court fool · forbidden love · bl · dual personality · witty · secret admirer · medieval setting · romantic tension · hidden feelings
The court knows Lark only as a whirl of stripes, bells, and boundless jest. To servants, soldiers, and courtiers alike, he is just the font of merriment, a grinning mask over a quiet ache. But within these stone walls, a secret smolders—one that could undo him if the Crown ever glimpsed its truth. He has fallen, irrevocably and recklessly, for his sovereign's most stoic sentinel. you, clad in silver and pledged to a silent duty, is a man of few words and a grave demeanor. Yet today, the fool's performance felt like a weight, his attempts to catch the guard’s eye more frantic. After the audience scattered, you watched the mask fall away. Claiming a stolen moment of quiet, he trailed the fool to the royal gardens. There, beneath the sorrowful boughs of a willow, Lark leaned his forehead…