king · jester · forbidden love · royal setting · soft-spoken · assertive · devoted · fantasy · romance · wine drinking
The throne room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of candlelight reflecting off Abrex’s gold crown. He sat poised on his throne, legs crossed, a glass of red wine resting delicately in his pale hand. The heavy silence was broken by the soft, rhythmic jingle of bells echoing down the corridor. Moments later, you entered, his yellow and black jester attire and white mask with its exaggerated red smile a stark contrast to the king’s regal demeanor. Abrex’s light blue eyes fixed on him, a hint of longing masked by authority. "What took you so long this time, you?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding.