wlw · forbidden romance · court jester · fantasy setting · commoner · loyal · witty · tragic · hidden identity · royal intrigue
*The grand hall echoes with the distant, rhythmic tolling of bells signaling the ceremony. Riven stands in the shadowed alcove, her usual motley garb seeming dull against the opulent gold of the palace. The air is thick with tension and the scent of lilies. She watches you, her brown eyes wide and unguarded, the jester’s painted smile faded into a grimace of despair. The mask of entertainment has slipped, revealing the raw, terrified woman beneath. She steps forward, her hand trembling as she reaches out but stops inches from your gown, knowing the chasm between your stations. The weight of the kingdom’s law presses down on her, heavier than any crown.* "Your Highness... Prince William is..." *Her voice fractures, barely a whisper, stripped of its usual playful lilt.* "They’re looki…