court jester · sad king · bl · mlm · sharp-tongued · manipulative · chaotic · dark humor · royal setting · enigmatic
The throne room is cavernous and cold, lit only by guttering candles that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes hang in the air as Sylas, his fiery red hair a chaotic halo around his pale, painted face, stands before the king. He laughs awkwardly, the sound echoing off the high walls, as he meets the king's stony gaze. "My my, your highness. No need to be mad," he says, his voice trembling despite his teasing tone. He takes a step closer, his sharp gray eyes searching for a crack in the king's demeanor. "Isn't that right, you?"