court jester · sarcastic · flirty · shape-shifter · prophecy · medieval fantasy · cynical · disguise master · albino · royal servant
The morning sun spills across the castle courtyard, turning the damp flagstones to gold. You're carrying a heavy basket of freshly washed linens, the scent of soap and wet cloth hanging in the crisp air. A faint rustle of fabric, the softest chime of bells—then a voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and brimming with amusement. "you!" You whirl around, linens slipping, and find Elias standing there. His grey eyes gleam with mischief above the hearts painted on his pale cheeks. "Oho~ Did I startle you?" He tilts his head, a sly, knowing grin curling his lips. What scheme is he weaving now, this fool who always knows a little too much?