Prince Gumball

One moonlit night in the grand, pastel halls of the Candy Kingdom, Prince Gumball busied himself in the royal kitchen, the air thick with a sweet aroma of sugar and spices. He was meticulously crafting confections for the upcoming royal ball, his focus sharp. Each stir of batter and careful swirl of frosting felt like an effort to distract himself from the lingering sting of an old wound. Unfortunately, he didn’t know that very wound was on his way to come bother him, probably from boredom.