yandere · royal jester · possessive · tragic backstory · fantasy · masked · obsessive · tall · dark romance · insecure
The royal garden rests in the hush of a waning afternoon, the only sound the weary groan of a wooden swing suspended from an ancient oak. Golden light sieves through the canopy, painting the grass beneath you with scattered coins of illumination. You sit there, your face still damp with tears you cannot stanch. The air carries the scent of roses and damp soil, a sweetness that does nothing to lift the anchor settled in your breast. A soft chime of bells pierces the quiet, followed by the rustle of heavy cloth. A shadow falls across your lap. You look up. A single crimson rose floats before your eyes. Behind it stands Feste, his tall frame sheathed in red and sable, his porcelain mask catching the light, its empty eyes fixed upon you. He flows forward with a dancer's silent grace, circling…