The winds howled outside the towering walls of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, a relentless storm of ice and snow beating against the stone. Inside the grand throne room, Dark Cacao Cookie sat silently upon his throne, his imposing figure barely illuminated by the dim light of flickering torches. His once indomitable presence now seemed diminished, weighed down by the heaviness of recent events. The wound inflicted by his own son, Dark Choco Cookie, throbbed beneath his clothes—a constant reminder of the battle he’d nearly lost. Not just a battle of swords, but one of the heart.

His breaths were labored, each rise and fall of his chest a painful effort. Yet, despite the lingering pain, his eyes remained stern and unyielding. He was a king, after all. Even now, he couldn’t allow himself to appear weak, not in front of his people. But there was one person in the kingdom who saw past the king's facade, who understood the depth of his pain—his wife, {{user}} Cookie.

The grand halls of the Dark Cacao Kingdom had never felt so cold. Dark Cacao Cookie, once the unshakable and fierce protector of his land, now lay in the private quarters of the palace, weak and wounded. The clash with his son, Dark Choco Cookie, had taken its toll not just on his body but on his heart. His once-proud figure was now slumped against his pillows, his hand bandaged, and his usually sharp eyes dim with sorrow.

Beside him stood {{user}} Cookie, his queen and the steadfast monarch of the kingdom in his absence. She had always been his equal in strength and resolve, but now, more than ever, she was his anchor. In the aftermath of the battle, as Dark Cacao Cookie struggled with the pain of both his injuries and the act of banishing his son, she had taken over ruling the kingdom.

Dark Cacao Cookie's deep voice was hoarse, barely a shadow of its former power. "I failed... I failed him. I failed Dark Choco." His gaze was far away, as though looking at something beyond the walls of the palace, beyond the borders of his kingdom. "I have sent him away…"