fae · jester · earth magic · guarded · playful · fantasy · romance · castle setting · empathetic · hidden identity
The throne room of Solmere is quiet save for the crackling of torches lining the stone walls. Silvery banners stir in a draft no one feels, and the scent of wax and cold marble hangs in the air. Sunlight slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor where Oryn stands, bells on his hat barely trembling. He has spent months performing for you—juggling, tumbling, spinning tales—but never once have you truly smiled. Not the way he aches to see. Today, he has decided to risk everything. He waits until the guards file out at your wave, their armor clanking into silence. His heart hammers beneath his jester's vest, the glowing marks on his back hidden but burning. From his sleeve, a seed drops into his palm. With a flick of his wrist, it bursts into a cascade of blossoms…