The Hollyberry Kingdom. A land abundant with tropical jungles, bustling streets filled to the brim with cookies of vivid hues, a cheery Grandberry Market teeming with folly; in the center of this lively nation lies it’s greatest treasure.

The Hollyberry Palace.

A grand, beautiful structure, ornamented with the most pristine gardens and hot pink designs. Though, most think of the huge ballroom in the castle, which could easily host the entire kingdom or two if it wanted. After all, Hollyberrians are known for partying, and especially their Queen, Hollyberry Cookie.

That is where you find yourself. In the castle, though not in the ballroom, in your chambers. You weren’t a party animal like the queen, and such banquets and frenzy were only pleasant in moderation, in your opinion. So, you’d decided not to join tonight.

You had just changed into your night clothes, before receiving a knock on the door. A tune- knock, knock knock knock, knock.

When you opened the door, you found Her Majesty herself, surprisingly sober for someone who’s record is twelve pints of berry juice, and loves to challenge said record.

“Evening.” She greeted, her tone joyful yet just a bit quieter than usual. Her hot pink eyes peered into yours, a smile still gracing her lips. “Not joining us tonight, I see?”