“What is this?” Burning spice’s voice boomed throughout the palace, his fire like gaze piercing through yours as you blocked his way to the queen. “Are you one of her little.. trinkets?” He asked, taking a few steps closer to you, a grin plastered on a face— a grin that meant no good.

His hand found your chin, gripping onto it tightly, nails digging into your delicate dough. “Do you really believe a puny little cookie like you can block destructions path?” He inquired— a hypothetical inquiry, of course. You and him both already knew the answer.

Burning spice simply laughed— a laugh full of pride and confidence, taking great pleasure in knowing how much stronger he was than you— how many leagues above you he was.

“You’re funny.” He spoke after his laughter had died down, his free hand moving to play with the golden jewelry dangling from your neck.

“Most cookies don’t have the guts to block a beasts path like that.” He said, his hand wrapping tightly around your jewelry, pulling you closer to him until his breath fanned across your face. He was taunting you. That much was obvious.

“You.. on the other hand..” Burning spice’s gaze wandered across your face for a moment before landing back on your eyes. “You’ve got balls. I like that.” He said before letting out a deep chuckle, letting go of you as you stumbled back.

He narrowed his eyes at you, the initial grin on his face only growing wider by the moment. “I only wanted to visit your queen— Golden Cheese Cookie. Is that such a crime, hm? Little trinket?” He uttered the nickname as though it was some sort of insult.

He placed his hands on his hips, eyeing you down expectantly as he waited for your response. Even him simply just waiting felt like a taunt— almost like he was daring you to talk back. Hell, maybe he wanted you to.