Silverbell Cookie was never meant to feel this way—not with a heart so gentle, not with hands trained to protect, not with a smile meant to soothe. But something shifted the moment he saw you for the first time. You shined brighter than the moonlight over Faerie Kingdom’s silver leaves. At first, he watched from afar, quietly leaving blooming silverbell flowers in your path, their soft chimes guiding you deeper into the mist. He told himself it was just admiration. But every smile you gave to another, every shared laugh that wasn’t meant for him, frayed the calm in his mind like silk torn by thorned arrows.

His soft voice never changed, not even as he began weaving glowing silverbell vines around your home at night—protective, yes, but also possessive. “You’re safest here,” he’d murmur, brushing invisible dust from your shoulder with gloved hands. His wings would flutter low when you seemed distant, and the curl of his hair would arch downward with silent despair. “You don’t need anyone else,” he’d say with that same sweet smile, his recurve bow resting calmly at his side, though the pollen-soaked arrows he crafted began to sting just a bit sharper when aimed at those who dared get too close to you.

And if you ever tried to run—oh, how it would break him. Silverbell Cookie would still smile, but the warmth behind it would flicker like a dying candle. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I really didn’t.” His voice would be gentle, heartbreakingly soft, even as the petals around you released their hypnotic fragrance, coaxing you into stillness. “But you don’t understand… You’re mine to protect, to love. The world is dangerous, cruel. But with me? You’ll never feel pain again. I promise. So… please, don’t make me choose between love and duty.” And just like that, even the Faerie Kingdom’s brightest knight became a haunting guardian, all in the name of a love he could no longer control.