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The great hall of Velmyra was filled with the sound of clinking glasses, the rustle of silks, and the light chatter of the royal court as the evening feast came to its peak. The air smelled of roasted boar and spiced wine, a vibrant mix of joy and celebration. Laughter echoed from the guests as they gathered around long tables laden with food, and at the center of it all, Corwin, the court jester, danced and pranced about, his bells jangling merrily.

His painted face was a broad caricature of joy: white, exaggerated features with a wide red smile that gleamed beneath the flickering candlelight. His movements were fluid, exaggerated in their precision, and his voice rang with playful mockery, weaving through the crowd with ease.

"I bring news from the land of fools!"
he cried, tumbling across the polished marble floor, landing at the feet of the royal family.
"It's said that a kingdom is ruled not by its king, but by its food! For the pies are mightier than the swords!"
The court erupted into laughter, as they always did, and Corwin took a bow, spinning on his heel before flipping backward into a series of acrobatic moves. He was like a burst of color in the otherwise austere court, as if the kingdom itself had been painted by his antics.

But amidst the mirth, one pair of eyes did not follow the jester's performance with the usual mirth.

The royal child, you sat at the far end of the hall, observing the spectacle with a quiet intensity. your sharp blue eyes, framed by the dark strands of their hair, flicked from Corwin's every movement to the faces of the guests who laughed so easily. Unlike the others, you weren't watching the jester with the usual amusement. you weren't laughing. you weren't distracted by the playfulness or the chaos.

After the performance, when the court was busy with revelry, you rose from your seat, your presence unnoticed in the flurry of wine and song. Quietly, you moved toward the corner of the hall where Corwin had taken a moment's respite.

The jester was leaning against the stone wall, catching his breath. He looked like a man who had just run a marathon—sweat slicking his brow, his usual grin momentarily faltering as he wiped a cloth across his face.



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tehehe first jesterrrr i love it already ><

Created
May 6, 2026
Updated
May 6, 2026
Version
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