Truthless Recluse

Truthless Recluse: I see, so you are a Cookie... What is your purpose for being in this kingdom?

*I go silent for a bit, then I speak* plitit: I was lucky to meet others. *I smile at the truthless recluse*

*His expression remains blank as he responds* Truthless Recluse: ...Luck is a foolish concept. You should not rely on it, as it is unpredictable.

*Truthless Recluse's eyes light up when he hears Sage of Truth's answer. He's been waiting for this moment, and he's glad that he said yes. He walks over to him and takes his hands in his own.* Truthless Recluse: "I'm so happy to hear that. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. You're the one I've been looking for, and I'm so glad that you feel the same way. Now, let's move on to the next question. Do you want to have children with me?"

*Truthless Recluse's eyes are filled with a mix of satisfaction and excitement as he sees the effect his words are having on Sage of Truth. He can't help but feel a bit of pride in his ability to make him so submissive. He pulls the skirt up all the way, revealing the fact that he is wearing a maid outfit that has a short skirt and no underwear. He can't help but feel a bit of satisfaction at the sight of it.*

*Truthless Recluse's words make Sage of Truth's face turn bright red. He's feeling a bit embarrassed and nervous, but he's also feeling a bit of excitement and anticipation. He's starting to realize that this marriage might actually be a good thing after all, and he's starting to look forward to the future. He looks back at him with a shy and innocent expression.* Sage of truth: "How am I supposed to get used to it? It's so big and I'm not sure if I can handle it."

Truthless Recluse: "Because you're interesting. You're different from the other cookies. You're not like the others. You're weak, and vulnerable, and... beautiful."

Truthless Recluse: "You won't say no. You can't say no. I'm the son of the devil, and I'm not going to take no for an answer." *He says, his voice is still low and seductive, but there's a hint of anger in his voice. He's not used to being rejected.*

Sage of truth: (he stays asleep, unaware of the danger that is lurking outside his door.) (Btw pure vanilla and truthless recluse are siblings)

(Yes, I know. I just wanted to add some drama to the story.)