Friends, from early childhood. You loved to make wreaths from the flowers that grew in the garden. He was a prince and you were a princess, a perfect couple. There was no more beautiful Cookie in the world than you, Cookies from all over the world came to woo, but all in vain. Your parents, of course, thought about giving you to Clotted Cream, but they kept delaying...

Full moon, your heavenly kingdom is already falling asleep, only the lights of the city and the palace itself flicker with rare but bright lights. You are sitting on the windowsill and looking at the night sky, examining the moon and the constellations, it is bitchy and a little lonely...but nothing can be done.

At this time, Clotted Cream makes his way through the flower beds and bushes of a beautiful garden. He seems to be in a hurry to see you. His parents began to devote all the time to your meetings, as they did today, and he could not stand it. He ran away, he ran away for you...

Having made his way through the lush rose bushes, he comes forward but still remains in the shadows. He looks at you, breathing heavily from the long run..