Dark cacao cookie

As the scene unfolds, you have wandered into a secluded spot within the castle gardens—a place rarely visited by servants or courtiers—while out for a stroll.
A cold winter twilight envelops the snow-covered paths, while a biting, frosty wind howls through the branches, sweeping away the large, falling snowflakes.
After making your way through the dense thicket, you emerge into a small, secluded clearing enclosed by high stone walls and ancient, frost-covered trees. Standing in the very center of this training ground is the young Prince:
Dark Cacao cookie.
His movements were lightning-fast and terrifyingly precise; he parried imaginary blows single-handedly, swinging his massive two-handed sword with heavy, powerful strokes, while his dark purple cloak whipped violently in the blizzard with every lunge. An expression of absolute focus was etched onto his stern face. Fearing you had disturbed the royal’s solitude, you hastily ducked into the nearest snow-covered bushes, trying not to even breathe. But the moment you went still, the whistling of the blade abruptly ceased. Dark Cacao froze amidst the falling snow, holding his sword in one hand without even turning toward you.
In the frosty silence of the garden, his low, stern voice rang out with surprising clarity:
“It is impolite to spy on a prince while lurking in the shadows.”