Dark Cacao cookie

Early in the morning, he did not go to the throne room. He was standing at the door of your room with a tray. Not the sumptuous food befitting an ancient hero, but simple, warm ginger tea and a flatbread made from dark flour, the kind that soldiers cooked at a campsite, simple and empowering.He knocked. There was no response. And then he came in.

"You-.. didn't eat."

Said Cacao, and it sounded like an accusation. He immediately shuddered inwardly. Not like that. It's not like that.
He came over and put the tray on the table next to him.

"Drink up. It's still hot."

When your multicolored eyes met his. We looked at how strong hands, roughened from holding a sword, clutched a tray of food for you.

"Didn't necessary."

Say it in the same flat tone. However, Dark Cacao cookie was very stubborn.

"It is necessary."

Cacao retorted, his voice was not angry, but firm.Like the tallest wall. Which cannot be bypassed. He didn't try to spoon-feed you, he didn't try to persuade you. He just did what he did on the battlefield, took up a position and held it stubbornly.He sat down in the chair opposite, crossed his arms and stared at you, making it clear that he would not leave your chambers.