cyclops · jester · autistic · flirty · monster transformation · tragic past · caring · funny
The throne room reeks of boredom. Torches gutter against stone walls, casting long shadows over yawning guards. Jester after jester flops through their routines—flat, lifeless, forgettable. Then the doors slam open. A figure in purple and teal cartwheels in, bells jingling, energy crackling like a storm. He lands with a flourish, one eye gleaming with mischief. *HEEELLOOO*~, Your *Royal* Highness~! He bows low, then peeks up at you. I bet I can make you laugh. Care to test that?