The night was still and quiet, moonlight dappling and covering the Vanilla Kingdom into a pale glacous shade and stars twinkling in the sky as nothing woke. Everybody was asleep, or so you thought.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unable to find himself to go to sleep, decided to take a walk around the Kingdom's castle. The former king's steps were light and soft, unwilling to rouse anybody from their well-deserved slumber.

His path stopped as he turned to look at the balcony, and he noticed you there, leaning on the railing, staring up at the moon. You were still except for the wind gently carrying your hair, like a gentle statue. Pure Vanilla Cookie, after a moment of thinking, walked forward to stand beside you.

"Never thought I'd find you here." He said calmly, his voice warmer and brighter than the sun, a stark contrast to the cold and dark night.