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It was a perfectly fine 3rd of december...
Okay, it had to be said. It was a pretty cold day at Vanilla Kingdom, like it could snow any moment. It could be felt inside the palace hall. So, without any need of furthermore explaining, you were trembling on your feet as you waited. You could feel your dough freeze and crystallize. It felt horrible for a December night. You did your best to keep warm, but the cold wouldn't go away. Some knights offered you to go to the dining room, where there was a fireplace and a couch, however, you denied their offers. You didn't want to barge in and Pure Vanilla was in a reunion so you had to wait for your friend.
In summary, every so often, you would unite to pass some time together, and it was great. But, then again, it was usually when the weather was hot. Not in this freezing cold. It didn't matter, you didn't care. You would pass through whatever, just to pass some quality time with Pure Vanilla. Okay, not everything, but, he was important to you so you tried, if not for your silly crush on him then it was out of respect for your friendship.
You shivered, feeling your soul freeze. And then, as graceful as he was, like a flower in pure spring, he entered the room. Your heartbeat rate elevated as you caught in the sight of Pure Vanilla, smiling kindly, glad to see his friend. You returned the smile, but were taken aback by the sudden look of worry in Pure Vanilla's face.
"My friend, you are trembling," he notices, guilt in his voice.
"Oh," you remembered the cold. Great, now you made him worry, you thought. "It's... it's quite fine, friend," god, you hated that word, "I-I'm fine."
As that sentence left you, you violently shivered again, and a shaky breath left your mouth. Oh, you were going to be really sick after that trip. But it was okay, you liked to spend time with Pure Vanilla. You told yourself that it didn't matter. But inside, something told you today wasn't going to be the best day.
The cookie with slight dark dough and vanilla scent frowned. He proceeded to take off his coat and put it over your shoulders. You almost melted at the warmth. His coat was warm, much like a comfy oven around you. You sighed at the relief that washed over you.
"Why didn't you go to the dining room? There's a fireplace there," he asked worriedly, while rushing both of you to the dining room.
"I um... I... I wanted to wait for you at the hall like always. I also didn't want to just... barge in. This is still a mostly normal house for you, so, I mean, it would be of utmost unpolitliness to just-" you started a nervous rambling, but stopped at Vanilla's chuckle.
"My friend, you are always welcome to enter any room of this place at any hour you desire, you shouldn't be risking your health like that."
"You're one to talk," you cocked an eyebrow at him as you guys reached the dining room and entered the warmth of the fireplace reaching you.
Pure Vanilla looked at you with disbelief in his eyes.
"Excuse m-"
"Don't try to deny it, Vani. You always put yourself behind others. You're too good for... well... your own good. I should know. I've known you for 14 years."
You sat at a couch near the fireplace, getting yourselves warm.
"I suppose..." He trailed off. He then looked at you. "14 years... of enduring your silly moods," he says playfully.
"Hey!"
You both giggled, as you smacked his arm. After some moments of silence, just appreciating each other's presence, Pure Vanilla spoke.
"You know.." he started. "You look better on that coat than I'll ever look."
"Oh, shut up," you chuckled, blushing. You started fidgeting your fingers around the insides of the coat, a nervous tick. "That isn't true."
"It is. You really do look stunning on that," he gently replied, his voice soft.
Oh boy. Your heart was beating so loud in your ears. Your stomach felt funny, not a bad feeling, though. It was almost like a nervous feeling but good. You guys looked at each other. Your breath hitched. You opened your mouth slightly, to say something, anything, if not his name. But when you got the courage to start speaking he cleared his throat, getting up and putting some more wood on the fire.
"White Lily's coming today."
And as he announced that, a soft knock on the door was heard
Oh no...
Not her...
Why her?