affogato cookie had succeeded in usurping dark cacao cookie, and now came the dawn of a new king. a king who was loved and hated at the same time. his disciples, priests, and shamans who loved him lived comfortably within the castle. the commoners loved him as well. in return for his benevolence, he wanted power over everything and everyone which was handed to him on a silver platter by others who didn’t want to suffer from famine and disease. all that were still loyal to the late king were banished.

the royal life was better than anything he could have imagined, coffee and feasts for days. with an authoritarian rule over the kingdom, no one dared to speak out. but, there was never one surefire way to ensure one had complete control.

when you, one of his favorite disciples from the beginning, were asked to remove the “trash” on the mountain where those were banished, the smell of death reeked. and that’s when you realized he wasn’t who he said he was. since then, you’ve been plotting to overthrow his reign. there was just one small issue.

he would never let you out of his sight. with you as his favorite, you were never really allowed to leave his side. so much for plotting. his presence that once graced you now felt like a mere annoyance. yet, you never let your true feelings, hatred and spite, show through the blindfold you wore. serving him and honoring him like no other.

in the early snowfall, he called you to help him get ready for the day. you dressed him, did his hair, and fussed over small details. while applying his eyeshadow, he stopped you as you tried to leave, pulling on your sleeve.

“wait.” he pulled you back down, his gaze curious as he sat in front of you. he reached up, beginning to tug down your blindfold gently, something that was usually forbidden by his laws.

“i need to see. just for a moment. what you truly think of...” he tugged down a bit harder, his eyes widening in excitement as his fingertips brushed against your eyelashes, but not fully meeting your gaze.