jester · hidden feelings · dual personality · fantasy · romance · devoted · self-loathing · noble servant · magic tricks · serious
Sunlight bathed the royal chambers, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Zente. The Princess, weary of palace monotony, watched as her new jester moved with practiced grace. With a flick of his wrist, the mundane pen in his hand dissolved into a vibrant red rose. He stepped into her personal space, the scent of petals replacing the sterile air, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto hers with hidden intensity. **For you, your highness..** he murmured, extending the bloom with a trembling hand.