Mine Only.

Chapter 2 - Dark Choco I

Walking through the Citadel with two knights for company, Prince Dark Choco gave in to their father's nagging about an upcoming visit to the Hollyberry Kingdom.

Repeating their father's words in their mind, they brushed the snow out of their hair.

"I've already fixed it with the seamstress. She'll give you the garments I have requested."

They hope whatever their father requested suits their taste. Choc'au Latte is a well-known tailoring shop, so they aren't that worried.

The shop's bell chimed as they opened the door. Chocolate Bonbon was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained her elegant, brisk demeanor.

"Prince Dark Choco! Welcome, do come in," she gestured to a set of two wingback armchairs along with a coffee table, three magazines stacked on top. They smiled and sat, observing the shop's interior.

"It was an honor to tailor this for you," she exclaimed, while Dark Choco blushed.

Licorice's stomach was filled with butterflies, as his prince's angelic face was blushing. It was wonderful gazing on them with them being so close, seeing their lovely, cascading black hair, ruby red eyes, and their robust body—

"Go get the prince's order!" Bonbon half whispered-half seethed. "Order 603!"

Rushing to the storage room, he began browsing the shelves for number 603. He needed to do something now, or never. He wished the prince even acknowledged he was there. W

Wait.

That's it! Was he, Licorice Cookie, not a sorcerer with unrivaled power?! (He wasn't, his coping method is pretending he is though!) Quickly spotting the package labeled "603", he walked over to the right of the door where his rucksack was hanged. Grabbing for his copy of Cookiekind's Complex Spell Directory, he flipped over the tracking spell, reading the instructions.

" The key to a perfected tracking spell shall require:
1/2 a cup of Pixie Dust. (Powder, hand-crushed.)
Your desired item.
Begin by dipping a finger into the pixie dust, and tracing a star pattern on the item ( ✵ ) Ensure there is a generous layer of pixie dust on the finger, as the spell leaves a trace of magical activity and will resemble the shape traced. Pixie dust will refute this outcome. "

He didn't have pixie dust, but who cares! He traced a star, muttered the spell, and dashed out of the storage room. Bonbon smiled and took the package from his trembling hands, and handed it to the prince.

It went by so fast, next thing he knew Licorice was slightly depressed but all the same ecstatic he'll now know where his prince is and what the prince is doing. It takes exactly an hour to figure it out, then, all he needs to do is concentrate on the prince. How simple it is!

And how easily he's messed it up.

Chapter Note: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE PUBLISHING!! I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS!!