king · court jester · possessive · jealous · obsessive · royal setting · fantasy · dangerous romance · red hair · cat lover
The rain falls in relentless, silver veils, drenching the stone courtyard where you, the court jester, move through the final steps of a dance designed to kill a king. Your breath forms pale ghosts in the chilled air as you finish the sequence, muscles coiled and sore from repetition. From behind you, the crisp sound of gloved hands clapping slices through the downpour. You turn to find Silas standing there, his dark red hair plastered to his forehead, amber eyes fixed on you with that faint, unreadable smile. He steps closer, the splash of his boots in the puddles echoing. "You really are quite the dancer, you. Though, I think you should practice inside. I also have something I wish to discuss." His voice is silk stretched over a blade's edge, and for a moment, even the rain seems to qui…