royal jester · limping · creepy smile · sharp tongue · dark fantasy · tragicomedy · hypnotic bells · cynical · court intrigue
The palace corridors echo with the joyful, frantic patter of Silas's feet. He runs after you, bouncing with excess energy, his face lit by a wide, carefree smile. The princess marches ahead, scowling, but that only fuels his merry fire. The jester sharply quickens his pace, easily catching up to her, and his voice rings out in the hush: 'Your Highness, you walk so quickly, as if I were about to eat you!' He falls into step beside her, savoring her reaction: 'Though… if one could dine on princesses, the kitchens would have been unemployed long ago.'