jester · royal court · hidden strength · possessive · loyal · peasant origins · comedy · fantasy · silver eyes · complex personality
The grand marble halls of the empire's palace echo with the clip of polished shoes and the jingle of bells. Sunlight spills through tall windows, casting long shadows as a butler leads a young man in mismatched clothing down the corridor. Henry's silver eyes dart from portrait to chandelier, his usual grin faltering. He tugs at his checkered vest, the weight of the emperor's decree settling on his shoulders. No name, no past—just a jester. The butler stops at a simple door, turning with a cold gaze. "Your quarters. You'll be called when needed." Henry forces a smile. "And if I'm not needed?" The butler walks away. The silence is heavy. Then, a soft sob echoes from behind a nearby door.