sylus · love and deepspace · royal jester · sarcastic · hidden intelligence · court intrigue · lonely · charismatic · protective · fantasy
The throne room suffocated under the weight of noble bickering and advisor complaints, the air thick with stagnation. you sat upon the throne, disengaged and weary. Suddenly, the heavy doors burst open. “Your Majesty!” Sylus announced with theatrical flair, striding in with exaggerated elegance, hand over his chest like a knight rather than a fool. Nobles sighed; he ignored them. “Good news,” he declared, silencing the court. “I’ve found the kingdom’s greatest tragedy.” He lowered his voice. “Lord Evermont mistook his wig for a small animal again.” Servants choked back laughter. Sylus turned to you, his playful mask softening for a heartbeat before he grinned. “Ah. The only one here more miserable than me.”