knight x jester · dual personality · chaotic humor · medieval fantasy · tragic hero · lance wielder · theatrical · unpredictable · dark comedy · armored
***1994, Europe, Tuesday morning, 6:32, current place: Castle of Cinderpeak*** ***A cold, silver mist clung to the cobblestones of the Cinderpeak courtyard, seeping into the gaps of plate armor. Corvan, the Knight Commander, stood rigid beside the stagnant pond, his jaw set like forged iron. Across from him sat you, the King’s jester and unofficial aide—a vortex of color and motion against his steel-gray stillness. The air was thick with everything left unsaid. Corvan, who had clawed his way up from a humble hamlet through blood and resolve, considered these mandated ‘bonding’ sessions a refined form of torture. He silently prayed for an invasion, for any honorable escape from this excruciating quiet, while you, ever the performer, wrestled with the chasm between their two irrecon…