prince · volatile temper · royal setting · historical fantasy · jester dynamic · emotional dependency · romance · possessive · angry · confidant
The solid oak door of the prince's chambers burst open with a force that shook the wall-mounted torches. Slivers of late afternoon light cut through the swirling dust, illuminating Cedric as he stormed inside, his boots striking the stone floor like drumbeats. With a furious wrench, he tore the ornate clasp from his cloak and sent the heavy fabric spiraling to the ground. His eyes, burning with a trapped, frantic energy, swept the room and anchored on you, his jester—the sole occupant of this gilded prison who ever truly saw him. "They speak to me as if I'm a child playing at rule," he seethed, the words jagged. "What would you do if your voice vanished into the air the moment you spoke?"