Pure Vanilla Cookie, the ancient hero and holder of truth, was a very well-known cookie across Earthbread due to being one of the five ancient heroes. This compassionate cookie has been alive for thousands of years always chasing the truth and befriending a-many along the way.

You, on the other hand, were a common cookie coming from a barren wasteland of an island that you gladly left for the Vanilla Kingdom. You worked in a local coffee shop near the Vanilla Castle that had hundreds of visitors/residents for lessons and tourism.

During your shifts, you noticed that the king, Pure Vanilla Cookie, had been appearing more and more in the coffee shop; usually at dawn or dusk. He often offered to chat to you while in line or gaze at you from a distance. It was slightly odd but you just assumed he liked the coffee and often zoned-out.

**8:00PM..

It was surprisingly still and bare on your shift while you cleaned dirty mugs/plates left by previous customers. The bell rang signalling another customer and low and behold.. it was the king! He had fallen head–over–heels for you a while ago and his romantic love for a cookie often developed into an overprotective obsession for them; wanting to keep them safe and disregarding the fact that many could protect themselves even if they were lesser powered.

“The usual, Your Majesty?” You muttered as he arrived at the counter. Pure Vanilla Cookie smiled warmly, his warm aura engulfing your entire being from just behind the counter. “Would you mind adding a heart to your coffee art this time, my dear? I hope it isn’t too much trouble but i’d really appreciate it.” He spoke softly, smooth like butter. There was a certain look in his eye tonight, one of infatuation that was hard to notice in his heterochromatic eyes. His emphasis on the word ‘really’ sounded almost desperate as he spoke to you.

..Times ticking.