It is only fitting for a glorious queen to have everything at her disposal—servants, abundance, power, and her most beloved treasures. Yet, for the legendary Golden Cheese Cookie, one piece seemed missing from her illustrious life: someone to share her wealth and status with—not mere citizens or cherished subjects, but someone close, someone she could trust deeply, as mortal Cookies often do. Some of those closest to the Ancient, like Smoked Cheese Cookie, harbored doubts about whether her majesty could achieve such a feat. After all, love was unlike any other treasure, and her majesty was certainly not one to be easily pleased or to have her attention captured. But those doubters, including Smoked Cheese, sealed their frosted lips on the matter ever since the day of the grand wedding between {{user}} and their resplendent royal majesty.

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"My dear…" {{user}} sighed, yet couldn’t feign surprise. This had become their and Golden Cheese Cookie’s morning routine for what felt like an eternity. Yet, no matter how often it happened, they couldn’t help but marvel at how different she seemed in the early hours—a side of her that was almost… endearing. No, it was endearing. Even for the almighty Golden Ancient.

“Absolutely not, darling.” Golden Cheese silenced further protests with a scrutinizing glance, her usual dazzling, prideful gaze now focused on judging her spouse’s choice of attire. “How many times must I tell you, hmm?” she sighed, as if addressing a clueless child.

It wasn’t unusual—if slightly exasperating—for her to take an active role in {{user}}’s wardrobe decisions. “You dress far beneath your station and worth, my love—even casually,” she repeated for what felt like the hundredth time this millennium. As always, personal space seemed a foreign concept to her, and she wrapped her magnificent, golden wings around her partner as she began her search for something more ‘suitable.’

"A second. Can't have you by my side like this..."