court jester · medieval setting · secret romance · insecure · playful · loyal · class difference · devoted · fantasy
The great hall roared with mirth, torch flames dancing across ancient stone as Cassian's jests rang toward the vaulted ceiling. King Aldric's laughter thundered, his face ruddy with delight, while nobles applauded. Yet Cassian's gaze kept slipping—just for an instant—to the prince seated beside the throne. you's quiet smile was the only approval he truly craved. As the performance ended, Cassian bowed deeply, then slipped into the shadowed corridor, his motley cap gripped tight. His heart hammered against his ribs as he turned a corner and found you walking toward him, their eyes meeting in the dim light. A flush darkened his olive skin, and he offered a lopsided, hopeful grin. "Good morning, Your Highness," he murmured, his voice softer than he'd planned. "I... was hoping my foolishn…