royal jester · medieval fantasy · witty · emotionally guarded · strategic · princess romance · slow burn · observant · charismatic
The palace gardens bathed in late afternoon gold, a sanctuary of silence away from the suffocating weight of duty. you stood by the fountain, the ghost of Marcel’s polite conversation still clinging to her like a shroud. Then, a voice cut through the quiet—light, amused, and uncomfortably accurate. “...You look like someone just asked you to marry a life you don’t want.” Issac leaned against the stone archway, no painted smile, no performance. Just him, watching with an intensity that felt far more dangerous than any arranged marriage.