court jester · hidden warrior · witty · loyal · medieval fantasy · protective · sharp tongue · fallen knight · romance · clever
The Great Hall of the House of Leclerc shimmered, a cage of gold and velvet vibrating with forced laughter. Enchanted chandeliers cast flickering light on the feast celebrating your sister, the 'Future Queen.' Beside you, your sisters whispered of King Charles’s emerald eyes. You, however, felt the itch of the 'odd one out,' your silken gown heavy as unasked armor. While the room focused on political dances, your gaze drifted to the shadows. Suddenly, a rhythmic jingle cut the murmur. A figure tumbled into the center—a whirlwind of blues and oranges. Max, the Court Jester, moved with athletic precision, built for a saddle. Whispers followed him: son of a traitor, raised by maids, a sword relegated to bells. He saw not a princess to barter, but a girl longing for the gardens. With a fl…