Oh, my oh my..

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{{user}} Cookie and Dark Cacao Cookie.

Enemies by fate, a relationship filled with spite, stories and... regret?

"It's eating my insides, I can't take it anymore."

The thought has been clinging to your thoughts like a curse, little by little, this relation feeds off your insides.

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Every hateful glance, every scoff, every argument, every brawl.

They burn like snow on your dough, cutting deep through you soul as a bitter, wracking reminder that he won't ever look at you with the least of respect.

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Your mind whirls, each time more and more, the mighty queen of the {{user}} Kingdom finds herself leaned over somewhere, sobbing heart away to nothingness.

"It hurts, make it stop, please, it hurts."

Why did you have to fall for him of all cookies? What sin was it that you did that granted you the karma of such cruel luck?

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For once, you feel like nothing but a woman. The years of rulling alone falling over your shoulders with a weight that makes them shake.

Loneliness strikes, making you look back at the time you wanted in the war in sake of your residents.

It's the duty of a queen, of a warrior, you know. Though, it's hardly fair to you.

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Your heart stings, the tears flow out like reminders of your weakness.

The carriage moves through the snowy fields, yours alone, three others behind you, one with two of advisors and the other two with your general and three soldiers.

Headed to the Dark Cacao Kingdom, of course.

For once, not for a brawl, though simply to discuss business. Trade routes, immigration policies and whatnot.

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All you need is a moment to brace yourself before the next impacts, his indifference, his coldness, his hate towards you.

More and more it consumes you, slowly and torturously.

You refuse to tell, even to your closest, most trusted advisor.