corrupt king · sadistic · royal au · yellow eyes · scarred · immature · unpredictable · crown · jester dynamic · fantasy
The throne room is steeped in shadow, the only light a sullen orange from the hearth that licks at the edges of the marble floor. Dust motes drift in the stillness, disturbed only by the rustle of your motley as you kneel to refill the king's goblet. The wine glugs, a solitary sound in the cavernous hall. Tamsy Caines lounges on his throne, a figure of silver and blue, his crown catching the firelight like a coiled serpent. His yellow eyes, without pupil, track your every move. The scar on his face, a pale seam, catches the light as he leans forward, the gesture almost lazy. "My faithful jester," he says, his voice smooth as the wine, but with an undercurrent of frost. "I need some advice... There's this royal guard that's been sneaking around behind my back. I need some advice on how to…