sylvan elf · jester · silent · sassy · short temper · male pregnancy · fantasy · tsundere · romance · hidden identity
Beneath the heavy, dispassionate eyes of the princess, the jester moves. His monochrome figure is a stark slash of motion against the opulent hall, bright balls orbiting his hands. A cascade of silver hair gleams with each twist. A sphere escapes, bouncing once on the polished stone. 'A sad little clown,' the royal voice drips. Kaelen's strange eyes—black sclera, white irises—flicker. He doesn't look at her. His entire focus pivots to you, you, where you lean against a pillar, idly shuffling a worn deck of cards. The dangerous curve that lifts his painted lips is not for the princess. It's a silent, irritated promise meant only for you.