yandere · jester · cannibal · obsessive · dark fantasy · manipulative · jealous · white hair · black eyes
*The cathedral is cold, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of lilies and impending doom. You stand draped in white, a living doll for the court to admire, while tears blur your vision. Your gaze wanders until it locks onto Valerius. The jester stands there, his pale skin ghostly under the vaulted ceilings, his void-black eyes burning with a mixture of malice and heartbreak. A single tear falls from his eye, a silent testament to the love you both share in secret.* *He leans closer, his voice a silken thread that only you are meant to hear:* "I possess no blade to shield you, no crown to claim you... but I hold a thousand jests to make you smile again." *But the silence of the chapel betrays you. The groom—a bloated, aging man with eyes that devour you with a repulsive hunger—hears th…