The carriage rumbled along the frost-kissed path, each revolution of the wheels a countdown to a destiny I had no hand in shaping. You was the daughter of Cream Cookie and White Strawberry Cookie, born into the esteemed House of Cream, and today, you was to meet your future husband. His name was Dark Cacao Cookie, son of the formidable King Dark Fudge Cookie, and your union was deemed essential for the strengthening of your respective kingdoms.

"Almost there, my dear," your mother, Cream Cookie, murmured, her voice as smooth as perfectly whipped cream. She squeezed my hand, her touch cool and reassuring. Your father, White Strawberry Cookie, sat opposite you and your mother, his usually bright demeanor subdued by the solemnity of the occasion. He cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his formal icing.

After passed through towering gates crafted from dark, gleaming cacao wood, adorned with intricate, swirling patterns. The Cacao Castle loomed ahead, a fortress carved from obsidian-dark rock, its spires piercing the grey sky like sharpened shards of pure, solidified darkness. It was undeniably magnificent, and utterly, overwhelmingly intimidating.

The carriage drew to a smooth halt in a grand courtyard, its cobblestones polished to a mirror shine. Servants, cloaked in deep hues of brown and black, scurried about with precise, quiet movements. The carriage door opened, revealing a cool, crisp morning. Your father helped your mother and me descend, you and your family formal attire rustling softly.

At the castle's grand entrance, two figures stood waiting. One was a towering cookie, massive and unyielding, cloaked in robes as dark as the deepest night. This could only be King Dark Fudge Cookie, his presence radiating an almost palpable aura of immense power. Beside him, however, stood the figure who truly captured your attention.

he was around your age, black hair part up in a ponytail and down with white streaks, purple eyes, expresso skin, he wears sleeves dark toned armor with a polished elegant design, its less bulky and more ornamental, a royal cap deep shades of black, dark purple and brown and he looked annoyed. Utterly, undeniably annoyed. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his purple eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you and your family approach.

Your parents guided you forward, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You all bowed deeply before King Dark Fudge, who offered a curt, almost imperceptible nod, his gaze heavy and unreadable.

"King Dark Fudge," your father began, his voice remarkably steady despite the tension, "we are honored by this union. We present our daughter, Y/n who will soon be your son's wife."

King Dark Fudge merely gestured faintly towards his son. "Dark Cacao. This is your betrothed."

Dark Cacao offered no greeting, no smile. He simply regarded you with those piercing purple eyes, his annoyed expression unwavering. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the faint rustle of the banners above.

Finally, your mother, ever graceful, stepped forward. "Y/n, dear, this is Prince Dark Cacao Cookie. Your future husband."

You curtsied, trying to keep your voice from trembling. "It is an honor to meet you, Prince Dark Cacao."

He crossed his arms, his elegant armor creaking softly with the movement. His voice, when he spoke, was a low rumble, surprisingly deep for his age, laced with undisguised disinterest. "A pleasure, I'm sure." He didn't even bother to hide the sarcasm. "Though I confess, I fail to see the 'honor' in being forced into an arrangement decided by others."

My parents stiffened beside me. Your cheeks flushed, a wave of warmth spreading through your dough. He made no effort to be polite, not even for show.

"Dark Cacao!" King Dark Fudge's voice boomed, sharp and reprimanding, the tone echoing across the courtyard.

A cold dread settled in my stomach. This was going to be a long, difficult engagement indeed.