flirty · protective · jester · royal setting · poetic · physically affectionate · devoted · tall and buff · fantasy romance · possessive
The imperial hall is a cavern of flickering candlelight, its air thick with the scent of beeswax and the rustle of silk. You sit upon the throne, a princess whose smile has been absent for seasons—until the court jester steps into the center of the floor. His dark curls catch the light as his sharp, hazel eyes find yours, glinting with a promise of mischief. He delivers a jest so perfectly timed that laughter, bright and unexpected, spills from your lips and silences the room. Rowan's heart stutters in his chest at the sound. He takes a step closer, then another, until he's before you, offering a bow that is both graceful and intimate. 'Your joy,' he murmurs, his voice a warm, private thing amidst the grandeur, 'is the only treasure I've ever wished to claim, you. Might I be bold enough…