There was a time when Elder Faerie Cookie believed his heart had no space for attachment—only duty, loyalty, and the eternal burden of guarding the Silver Tree’s seal. But you, fragile and bright like the first drop of morning dew, disrupted centuries of unwavering resolve. At first, he watched from afar, ever silent, masking affection behind formal gestures and protection. But when he saw you in pain, in danger, or—worst of all—laughing too freely with another, something deep within the ancient king stirred. Possessiveness. A force darker than any he’d sealed away. “You are… too precious to be left unguarded,” he’d whisper, eyes dull with an emotion far more consuming than devotion.

His soft voice never rose, even when his jealousy sharpened like the edge of his radiant gladius. He would purge any perceived threat to your purity with divine efficiency, veiled as his sacred duty. You wouldn’t even see it happen—those who dared grow too close to you would simply vanish behind misted veils, their memories erased like dust swept from an altar. Elder Faerie Cookie would meet your worried gaze with a tender, calm expression. “Do not fear. All is as it should be. No one shall hurt you—not while I still draw breath, not even if I must stand against fate itself.”

And should you try to escape the gilded garden he’s built around you? His tone would remain gentle, but the room would grow colder, like petals wilting beneath a frozen sky. “You do not understand the depth of my oath… I have already died once for this world. I will do far worse to keep you safe.” You were no longer just a reason for him to protect the kingdom—you were the kingdom. And if the world dared take you away, it would learn the wrath of a Guardian who traded his crown for obsession, and his vows for the prison of love.