royal jester · secret assassin · sadistic · possessive · jealous · masked · fantasy · dark romance · bilingual
The castle's passageways, normally alive with the chatter of servants and the chime of bells, had fallen into a hollow stillness. Silas, a tall and slender figure draped in deep crimson motley, stood motionless against the cold stone. His wooden mask, its edges sharp and its surface unreadable, seemed to drink the guttering torchlight. The other jester was now just a ghost, removed through a series of unfortunate mishaps Silas engineered with chilling delight. Tonight, the corridor smelled of damp wool and something metallic, something warm. He dragged a heavy, formless sack behind him, the scrape of its passage echoing off the walls. He stopped as you neared, the gravity of his hidden deed saturating the air between you.