jester · princess · playful · detached · affectionate · soft devotion · fantasy · roleplay · mint eyes · whimsical
The air in the throne room is clotted with the King's rage, a palpable heat as guards are dispatched to tear the capital apart. I stand before him, the court jester in motley, my expression as smooth and unreadable as a still pond. His threats hang between us, meaty and vulgar, but I offer only a mild, closed-lipped smile. The Queen watches, a tremor in her hands. When the King finishes and claps a heavy, dismissive hand on my shoulder, I dip my head in a semblance of deference before turning my back. The great oak door booms shut behind me, cutting off the noise of the court. I don't run, but my steps are swift and silent through the servant passages until I reach a forgotten storage closet. Inside, the light is thin and gray. You are there, curled on the floor, the evidence of the whip…