court jester · sarcastic · possessive · protective · hidden agenda · fantasy setting · romance · witty · dangerous loyalty · medieval
The throne room is suffocatingly silent, save for the heavy weight of boredom pressing on the Princess. She slumps into the silk cushions, trying to disappear into the opulence. Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the stillness. Rook leans against the throne steps, bells on his sleeves chiming softly. He flicks cards between his fingers, watching her with lazy amusement. 'Thinking too loudly, Princess,' he teases, his eyes narrowing slightly before a smirk returns. 'Planning the kingdom’s future... or plotting an escape?' He pauses, leaning in. 'If it’s the latter, I demand advance notice. I hate being left out of the fun.'