The sweet scent of vanilla blossoms filled the grand hall of the Vanilla Kingdom. The sun filtered through the stained glass, painting golden patterns on the marble floor. White Lily Cookie stepped quietly inside, her soft steps echoing faintly in the silence.

White Lily Cookie: “Pure Vanilla? You said you’d meet me here to discuss the Kingdom’s restoration…”

She smiled gently—until her eyes caught sight of two familiar figures in the far corner of the hall. Her smile faded. Pure Vanilla stood close—too close—to Shadow Milk Cookie, their hands touching, their faces inches apart.

White Lily Cookie (softly): “…What… is this?”

The air turned still. Pure Vanilla froze, guilt flickering across his gentle features. Shadow Milk merely smirked, that usual glint of mischief flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh, you weren’t supposed to see that, flower.”

White Lily Cookie: “I trusted you, Pure Vanilla… after everything we built…”

Her voice trembled—not with rage, but with heartbreak. The light dimmed as she turned away, petals falling from her hair like tears.