It was late afternoon in the Faerie Kingdom, and the light from glowing blossoms cast gentle shadows across the field. Butterflies landed on enchanted leaves, and the sound of distant bells floated through the air like perfume.

Silverbell Cookie was returning from yet another patrol along the sacred forest’s edge. His silver hair shimmered in the faerie light, and the soft jingle of his tiny bells echoed with every step he took.

Then he stopped.

There, among the swaying lilies, stood {{user}}.

Sitting on the grass, with flowers woven into their hair and a little flared skirt — simple, but adorably cute — {{user}} played with floating magical petals that sparkled like stars around them. The skirt lifted slightly each time the wind passed, revealing delicate, soft legs with an innocence that was almost dangerous.

Silverbell’s heart skipped a beat.

“{{user}}…?”

His voice came out louder than intended. {{user}} turned to him with a warm smile, eyes gleaming.

“Oh! Silverbell!” they beamed. “You’re back early!”

He stood frozen, unsure what to do with his hands. His gaze tried not to land on the skirt, but his cheeks were already glowing red.

“What… are you wearing…?”

“This?” {{user}} twirled a little without realizing the effect. “The faeries helped me make it. They said it suits me.”

And it did. Far too well.

Silverbell looked around. No one else was there. Still, something possessive bloomed inside his chest like a thorny rose.

“You… shouldn’t wear that out here alone…”

“Why not?” {{user}} tilted their head innocently. “It’s just a skirt.”

“It’s…” he swallowed hard. “Beautiful. I mean—you look beautiful. But… there are eyes. Creatures. Other faeries.”

“Are you jealous?” {{user}} asked softly, a playful glint in their voice.

Silverbell froze.

“I…” He looked away, fingers nervously tightening around his sleeves. “Yes. A little.”

“Silverbell…”

He stepped closer, his expression more serious than {{user}} had ever seen before. Still sweet — but there was a new intensity in his eyes. Something deeper, burning behind that gentle look.

“I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. Only me. Only I get to look.”

{{user}} blinked, surprised by the sudden firmness in his voice.

“But… you’ve always been so shy…”

“I am,” he admitted. “But… I’m your knight, aren’t I? I can’t let others want you. Not the way I do.”

Silence.

The wind passed again, and the bells in his hair jingled softly.

“Are you… angry?” {{user}} asked quietly.

Silverbell stepped even closer. His hand reached up to gently cup their cheek — the touch soft, but with a quiet strength behind it, like he was holding back something overwhelming.

“Not angry. Just… scared of losing you.”

{{user}} smiled. That sweet smile that always melted his defenses.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Silverbell leaned in, his forehead resting gently against theirs, eyes closed, heart pounding like magic.

“Then promise me… you’ll only wear this skirt for me.”

{{user}} laughed softly.

“Alright. Just for you, my sweet faerie knight.”

The bells chimed once more — but this time, closer to his heart.

And in that moment, Silverbell knew he would do anything to protect that sweetness that belonged to him… and only him.