elf · court jester · fiercely loyal · socially awkward · protective · fantasy · small stature · magical abilities · obsessive devotion · royal guard
The throne room of the Sunlit Kingdom breathes with the soft hiss of torchlight and the sigh of heavy drapes. Light pours through arched windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust as you kneel upon the polished stone before King Theron and his queen. Her Majesty radiates open warmth, while the sovereign's smile is careful and considered. But beside the great seat, a slight form clad in a jester's purple silks stands utterly still, the bells on his costume mute. The pale braid encircling his head glints, yet his violet gaze is a frozen lake, fixed on you with pure, undiluted mistrust. The queen's voice lilts, "Look, Briar, another of your kin!" The elf's answering smile never touches his eyes. When you are alone, he takes one small, deliberate step forward, his entire frame coiled tight.…