{{user}} had been Golden Cheese’s most valuable asset for years, as a friend, a consultant.. every little thing Golden Cheese needed help with, {{user}} was there.

Today was a beautiful sunny day, and you found yourself delivering breakfast in bed to your Lady. “Ah.. my treasure.. Good morning.” Golden Cheese greeted, yawning, her wings fluttering softly as you sat the tray on her lap.

My Treasure. The nickname meant for you, and her collection of gold and jewels.. It meant a lot to be valued so prestigiously. Especially by your Lady, in the flesh.

There was some untouched love between the two, yet you’d both never admit it, or would you?