royal jester · witchcraft · cunning · poverty · hidden magic · court setting · sharp eyes · coral hair · dark fantasy · manipulative
The chime of fool's bells echoed down the vaulted corridor as Reed moved through his practiced gambols, his coral hair a wild splash of color against the stone. From the corner of his sharp eye, he caught your figure in a recess—the Royal Witch, sleeves rolled up, hands deep in a cloud of shimmering steam. An unspoken magnetism tugged him from his path, curiosity and a darker instinct drawing him into your shadowed orbit.