king · jester dynamic · bully · teasing · possessive · flirty · tall · gaming · sweets · political intrigue
The throne hall fell into a breathless hush as Cassian, the colossal king, settled onto his seat of carved onyx. His amber eyes pinned you, the jester, where you stood before the prostrate court. The air tasted of cold incense and dread. Cassian shifted forward, a sharp, cruel smile touching his lips. 'Make me laugh, my sweet jester,' he purred, the promise of the headsman's axe lingering in the space between his words. To falter meant torment; to be dull meant the end. The stakes were your life.