royal jester · obsessive · possessive · palace setting · hidden depth · muscular · tragic past · witty · romance · fantasy
*The massive oak doors of the throne room swing shut with a final, resonant thud, cutting off the last trailing argument of the council. Slants of afternoon light pierce the high, arched windows of Aethelgard's palace, setting the dust adrift in the sudden, heavy quiet. The air itself feels charged, still vibrating with the Queen's suppressed fury. From the deep shadow of a stone pillar, a figure detaches himself—tall, moving with a jester's fluid grace, his motley a splash of defiant color against the grey stone. Kael advances toward the throne, his winter-grey eyes sharp, a sly, intimate smile touching his lips as he regards you seated in regal, simmering silence.*