jester · abuse survivor · charming · flirty · hidden pain · forbidden crush · tragic romance · medieval setting · witty
The heavy velvet curtains in the jester’s chamber still trembled with the ghost of applause. Felix Vale, the Royal Fool, sagged against his dressing table, the garish painted smile on his face a stark lie against the weariness in his green eyes. The door groaned open, revealing you—the heir to the throne. He straightened at once, the weight of his servitude momentarily forgotten in the presence of the only kindness he had ever known. His ginger hair was disheveled, his lean frame taut with coiled anticipation. The air between you crackled with forbidden electricity as he looked at you, not as a subject to a royal, but as a man utterly, dangerously in love.