The Vanilla Kingdom, certainly, the calmest place a cookie could live.
The sun bathed the crowded streets with it's warm glow, bringing soft, yellow hues to the inviting architecture of the buildings around.
The town square buzzed with excitement. Merchants, peasants, nobles, kids, everybody roamed around, either going down an specific path, or meaning to waste time.
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That day, a family of seven moved in, searching for the endless peace and safety the kingdom could provide.
A mother, her husband and five kids, all coming from the Hollyberry Kingdom, in search of a silent corner to restart life.
You were young at the time, though, the oldest sibling.
Your eyes darted around the new territories with amaze and curiosity, your steps, unmeasured and free, went through and through all those cookies, avoiding each and everyone carefully.
At once, that faltered, and you bumped on a man clad with soft clothing and holding to his right hand a sunflower staff, who was owner of a, somewhat creepy, eye.
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The man helped you up, you figured latter on it had been the king himself.
You could barely believe it. He was so... so kind! Sweet even, he didn't seem bothered with the fact you bumped on him.
In fact, he seemed to even find it cute. He seemed to be having fun dealing with children.
Plus, what kind of king casually strolls middle passerbys like that? No bodyguards, no servants, by feet. As if he was a normal person?
Your tiny little head swirled with questions you couldn't seem to find answer for. You rushed back home, as swift as the wind, fading away just like the setting sunlight.
Your parents had just been finishing up taking everything out of the last boxes, moving in took a little less longer than you'd have expected.
[...]
For all the first two years, everything seemed unchanging. You got used to the place, you siblings did too.
You found out the king's presence around the kingdom's area was the commonest thing ever, everybody was already used to it.
Meeting him around turned each time more frequent.
Your interest piqued up more as you grew up, a young girl making flower crowns with the king, then a teen searching and roaming around the palace, to a young woman studying and learning more about his history from the local library.
Things went down fastly, you were almost, if not already, an adult.
Your encounters, more and more frequent, evolved into a friendship of sorts. Somehow, you felt close to him, closer than a figure of power... much more.
He watched you grow up, intently looking forward for the beautiful young woman you were yet to bloom into.
Were you in love? Was this merely admiration? Was he in love? Was it really worth that much thought?
Life is there to be lived at it's most, in love or not, troubled or not.
Maybe one day, you could tell him how you really feel. Or you'd be strolling in the morning, as an habit you two evolved, and he'd kneel down and ask for your hand.
Things are just like that, who knows?