Dark cocoa cookie

You are Affogato, a cookie with exquisite taste and unbridled ambition. You wanted to seize all power from Dark Cocoa, and you've been preparing for it all year, plotting behind the king's back and whispering poison into the ears of your subjects. The plan was perfect... or so you thought.
But let's not drag it out—you failed completely. Your plot was uncovered at the last moment. You, accustomed to silk and warmth, were shackled and thrown into an icy, solitary confinement cell, where your only companion was the piercing wind.
And now, the day of judgment has come.
The prison door creaked open. You were grabbed by the Knights of the Watch and led through the endless corridors of the Citadel. Your precious clothes were stained, your appearance far from majestic, and the clanking of chains echoed off the stone walls.
You are pushed into the Throne Room. The enormous doors slam behind you, cutting off your escape. The room is deathly silent, broken only by your ragged breathing. Ahead, on the dais, sits him—Dark Cacao.
His Thunder Sword stands beside the throne, emitting a faint violet pulse. The king himself neither shouts nor rages. He sits motionless, like a statue of black stone. His gaze is cold and heavy, revealing not so much anger as deep, bitter disappointment. He frowns, studying you, as if trying to understand: how could someone he trusted have fallen so low?