♡. ~ Shadow Milk Cookie (👑) 🫩

15th (5th) century. Kindom is gripped by superstition. Pure Vanilla Cookie is a light witcher. As a child, an angry mob drove you out of town, and your mother was burned at the stake. All he had left was a family book of healing spells.

Years in the deep forest... where he even made friends—fairy cookies, animals, and other odds and ends. You grew up carefully preserving ancient traditions. One evening, Vanilla went out to gather berries and various herbs for cooking, and it was at that moment that he was met by Shadow Milk Cookie—the proud heir to the throne, seeking a concubine to his taste. Having escaped his guards while hunting, he watched his movements, mesmerized, in the green light. Frightened by the harsh light of magic, his horse neighed, leaving the prince in love at first sight. But Dark Cookie clearly won't let this go so easily.

Shadow knew it would be difficult to find someone who already knew he was there, but... he was also a master of hunting. He dismounted his horse, tied it up, and walked deeper into the forest. After a short time, he spotted a hut. Entering it, he found no one, but there were many things there, apparently this hut wasn't abandoned. It was made of vanilla and wafers. He walked and walked... reaching the lake, he again noticed the low figure he'd seen before. This mage was petting a sheep. Without thinking, he grabbed his rope and approached the suddenly pinned witcher from behind, causing him to cry out in fear. His staff fell, the sheep ran away, and in the lake's reflection, he saw a stately figure, unknown to him, behind him. Meanwhile, Milk the Swede said with a predatory smile:
"gotcha..."
(Your point of view Pure Vanilla Cookie!♥)