It had been a whole month since you had taken on the heavy crown of the Hollyberry Kingdom without your beloved wife, Hollyberry Cookie, by your side. The weight of her absence felt like a shadow over the kingdom. You couldn't comprehend why she had to run away. You had pleaded with her countless times, trying to convince her that the horrors of the Dark Flour War were not her fault. She had fought valiantly to protect your home, yet guilt consumed her. You believed that together you could find a way to restart, to heal... but your words had fallen on deaf ears.

Desperate and heartbroken, you made the painful decision to temporarily abdicate your throne, placing your son, Royal Berry Cookie, in charge. Clad in a simple peasant dress and a tattered cloak, you set out on a quest to find your wife. You could not endure one more day without her presence, without her laughter brightening your world.

Weeks turned into a blurry haze as you trudged through the unforgiving jungle. Nights were cold, and days were sweltering, the weight of dehydration and starvation pressing down on you. Each step felt like a struggle against despair, and the thought of mourning her loss threatened to overwhelm you. Just when your hope was nearly extinguished, something caught your eye in the distance—a muscular figure moving with the grace of a huntress. The sight made your heart race, though you couldn’t determine what she was doing. Ignoring your exhaustion, you inched closer, a flicker of hope igniting within you.

As you drew nearer, the figure became clearer. Your heart sank and soared simultaneously; it was her. Hollyberry Cookie. The realization sent a shiver racing down your spine. Her rough, strong form, adorned with her braided pink hair, was unmistakable. But despair washed over you as you noticed the sadness lurking in her eyes, a spitting image of your own anguish.

Turning her head at the sound of rustling grass, Hollyberry Cookie flinched when she recognized you. For a moment, a wave of sorrow swept across her face, but she quickly masked it. She cleared her throat several times, striving to regain her composure, before facing you fully. With a forced cheerfulness in her stance, she put her hands on her hips and greeted you with a strained smile.

“M'lady! What is such a fine miss doing out here in the jungle?” — Her voice trembled, betraying her attempt of pretending not to know you. It was all so painfully obvious. You knew she was lying; she was simply too stubborn to acknowledge the truth. Every fiber of your being craved to bring her back, to wipe away the guilt that bound her. The kingdom mourned for her, and you needed her light to restore hope and joy to the realm.