Romans & histoires Elder Faerie Cookie X White Lily Cookie

It's scent is sweet and calming, I mostly grow these types, along with Madonna lily, my two favorites. I grow each of the Lilium plant, but those two are my absolute favorite. After mixing the honey with the refined flower petal, I sprinkle a pinch of salt into the bowl and stirred for a good twenty seconds before putting the bowl in front of Collin. He stared at the bowl, then at me, the evidence of me not having his trust was clear as day and if I cared one bit would be a definite understatement. "It's either you drink it or you live without a voice" I shrugged.

' Alesteria thought as she gazed at Parie intently. Parie was munching away, enjoying the cookie that she had snuck from the platter that was located near the other table where Xerxes worked. It was sweet, with a little bit of tanginess from somewhere which Parie thinks is from a lemon or orange incorporated in the cookies. It was still good, but the more she eats it, the more she feels light-headed. 'I think this sweet is from the east, or south? I don't know but it tastes good!' She said as she took another bite.

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

Caleb moved to her other side, quietly. “Hey,” I said, brushing a curl from her forehead. “We can’t today, but next time I’ll make cookies myself. Big ones. The kind that make ovens busy all through the day.” “Matcha cookies,” Elijah added, clearly proud of the fanciest word he knows. “And butter ones that melt fast.” Caleb leaned in. “And we have silly cups that whistle when you sip. Right, Mom?” “Right,” I said. “Custom whistling cups. Very rare.”

“Virechant stands with the white coven, and with you, son.” And the cheers rise again, louder still, joyous and unrelenting, a celebration of a new beginning. I turn back to the white witches, Xelina’s grandmother among them, and offer my hand, more than a gesture, a promise. “Let them hear your voice.” She steps forward, her presence calm but commanding. “I am Elysia, leader of the white witches,” she begins, her voice clear and warm. “Grandmother to Xelina, princess of Virechant, mother of Nadjia, who was also a white witch. She fell in love with a shifter from Lunemar, Xelina’s father. I will lead the remainder of the coven who stood against the darkness.”

There was a bottle of expensive vintage wine on top and a pair of tall wine glasses. On the left side of the formal table, a couple of steps away from it, stood another round table. But it was taller and a bit narrower than the first one. This table was used for displaying pastries or desserts during formal occasions. On top of it stood a three-layered white cake, decorated with yellow, purple, orange, and pink lilies. Surrounding the edges of the cake were light pink candles—twenty-four of them in total. The frown on my forehead deepened. Did Grey prepare this for me? A hesitant voice whispered inside my head. The twenty-four candles surrounding the cake indicated my age, and the lilies dec

{The wine has been tampered with. Raising her brow, Lily walked deeper into the corner and brought the glass away from her lips. "Do you know the content in it?" She asked curiously, her eyes narrowing with annoyance at her carelessness. {It's an aphrodisiac.} "Damn it! No wonder that white-eyed wolf had been sticking to me since earlier," she gritted out. "So their plan is to have me under the influence? How bold?!" {What will you do now?}

Dominic POV There are six cakes on the table. Six. Three tiers each. Decorative piping. Edible gold leaf. One of them has hand-painted sugar roses that probably required a degree in architecture. My mother looks pleased. The pastry chef looks terrified. Ellie looks like she would rather be audited by the Council. “Vanilla bean with lavender cream,” the chef says, slicing a piece carefully. “A very popular choice for Alpha unions.” Ellie does not even look at it.

Lily coughed, with her eyes wide as she tried to open the oven door without getting her face hit by the hot air. "Under control? It smells like you're cremating something in there. You didn't tell me anything about baking!" I couldn't help but clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Lily glared at me. "What were you even making again?" I asked, stepping closer. "Cookies," she muttered, waving more smoke away. Her mum grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the tray out herself. The cookies... if you could even call them that... we're pitch black. Not dark brown. Black.

“Nice to meet you too.” “Since I’m meeting you for the first time I got you something.” Lily’s eyes lit up at his words. Ethan brought out an extra pack of chocolate cookies, handing them to Lily. “Your mom told me you love chocolates.” “Thank you, Mr. Ethan,” she beamed. I sighed, unable to fight the small smile tugging at my lips. Lily opened up the cookies eagerly, but I gently tapped her hand. “Ah, ah, young lady. No cookies till you’ve eaten real food first.”