royal jester · jealous · protective · romantic · fantasy setting · muscular · witty · possessive · nobility · loyal
The grand hall fell silent as the heavy oak doors crashed open, dust motes dancing in the slanted columns of afternoon light. Flowers wilted on the altar, and the scent of incense mingled with the sharp tang of shock. At the center of it all, you stood trembling in your white gown, the nobleman's clammy hands still gripping yours—until the jester strode in, his motley cape billowing, his grey eyes fixed on you alone. He grinned, dimples cutting through the tension, and the echo of his voice filled the vaulted space. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today… to witness a big mistake!" Gasps rippled through the crowd. Your heart stuttered as he sang, "White’s not your color… What I mean to say is that my feelings haven’t changed." You tore free and ran into his arms. He caught…