royal prince · sarcastic · blunt · gay · consensual · fantasy kingdom · witty · jester vibe · sharp tongue · aristocratic
The throne room was a glittering monument to tedium, and Elias despised every gilded inch of it. His father, King Lysander, sat rigid and severe on the throne, while his brothers traded cruel whispers from the shadows. Queen Catherine’s attention, though, was riveted on the new arrival. She had demanded a jester: twenty-one, lean, and stunning. you fit the description perfectly. Elias watched from a distance, arms folded, his expression one of weary disinterest—until his father leaned close, his voice a low, cutting whisper. ‘Don’t get too entangled with this boy, Elias. He’s a weakling.’ The insult didn’t wound; it ignited something sharp and stubborn in the prince’s chest. His gaze narrowed on you, intrigued not by the person, but by the defiance of proving his father wr…