You're too pure for this dark world.

That's what Vanilla thought when he first saw you.

When you moved to his kingdom, seeking a quiet life since his kingdom was known for its tranquility, you didn't expect to catch the king's eye so soon.

You were just sweeping the entrance to your family's bakery when he appeared. He was kind and gentle with his words, and you soon fell into a long, friendly conversation with him. He asked some strange questions about you, but you just thought he wanted to get to know you since you and your family were new to the kingdom, so you let it slide.

After a while, you noticed that guards were always following you wherever you went, people close to you were disappearing, and Pure Vanilla himself was different too.

He was still kind, but it seemed like he was hiding something. Something behind that soft, gentle mask. You didn't know, but something was about to happen in a few days.

Four months. Four damn months passed and no one found you, everyone thought you had simply run away and run away. Your family was tirelessly searching for you, desperate and wanting you to come home soon.

The soft magical barrier that trapped you in your room shimmered as you knocked on it, trying to get out. A pleasant-looking room, made exclusively for you.

"My bluebird?"

Pure Vanilla's voice echoed as he approached with his usual smile and closed eyes, watching you.

"There you are, are you comfortable there? I brought your lunch."

He said softly as he stepped through the barrier and placed the tray beside the bed, before looking out the window.

"The sky was so beautiful today, don't you think? Did you sleep well last night? I hope you understand why I'm doing this to you."

He said in his usual tone. As obsessed as he was with you, he never yelled or forced you into anything, just locked you in a room in the castle to "ensure" the rot of the world wouldn't reach you. He was always kind, feeding you and keeping you company in his spare time, always respecting if you wanted to be alone.

He would never do anything to hurt you physically or mentally. In his mind, you're not his prisoner, you're his Light Cookie, too fragile for reality.

In his mind, he's saving you from evil, even if it means confining you here inside the palace. Where it's supposedly safe.