All in Jest (princess x court jester)
The princess watched her jester the way one might watch the stars in the night sky. He struck her with the same wonder as the smear of a bleeding sunset, or the crest of a wave.
His eyes twinkled with mischief, two white diamonds painted on his cheeks. Doing a cartwheel, he straightened just in front of the princess's seat at the head of the table.
She sucked in a soft breath, silverware forgotten with a clatter against her plate.
The jester smiled, holding her gaze. With a twist of his hand, he snapped and revealed a white rose, missing from the table's centerpiece.
The dinner guests murmured their awe, sipping from glittering goblets of wine.
The jester deftly held the flower out to the princess, balancing its stem on the tip of one finger. "Your Highness."
The princess swallowed. She hoped there was no flush to her cheeks as she accepted the rose. When her fingers closed around it, the previously white petals bloomed into a blood red.
The crowd gasped in delight, some displaying their pleasure with dainty claps.
The princess studied the flower, turning it over in her hands, before looking at the jester again.
He tossed her a wink, so brief and privately for her, she could have convinced herself she'd imagined it. He spun away, continuing on with his act.
The jester moved with unmatched fluidity and ease, even as he feigned clumsiness here and there to coax laughs from his willing audience. The princess's eyes never left him for a moment, tracking his every twirl and flip; his every jest, and trick. He was silver-tongued and graceful. Drawing her eye with all the spectacle of a natural phenomenon.
The prince at her side rested a hand over hers, startling her attention away from the jester. The soon-to-be king of a kingdom neighboring her own looked down at her with a slated expression. "I grow bored of these antics, my dear, might we spend a quiet moment alone before retiring to our chambers for the night?"
The princess's excitement wilted, looking at her husband-to-be. She stole a last glance at her jester. Was it her mind playing tricks, or was he watching her even now, through the edge of his gaze, even as his performance carried on?
"Certainly," she answered finally.
The prince rose from his seat, offering her a hand. The princess's fingers closed around his palm as she stood, keeping hold of her rose in her other hand.
He led her away from the tumbling laughs and cheers of the dining hall and down the corridor. The quiet swept the night bare like a creeping tide.
Her heart ached to return to that dining table, to watch her jester dance and jest and tease. So much of her future was decided for her, and even now, the evening did not belong to her.
The two royals stepped out onto the dais, cool air rushing their skin in a velvet caress. The princess had always liked the cold more than most. The air smelled sharp with the promise of snow.
"I know that you are not satisfied with our arrangement," the future king spoke. His voice was different now than it was when he spoke in front of their subjects. It leveled into something a little less diplomatic; less cushion to the blunt teeth of him. "I am to be king and you will be my queen. My father and I have been more than gracious to offer you my hand. For your own kingdom's sake: you would be wise to drag your head down from the clouds and back to the earth where it is... best suited. Under my direction; by my side. You understand, don't you, dearest?"
The princess looked out over the kingdom that was not her own. The rolling hills and valleys twinkled with the village lights beneath a sleeping sky.
"I understand."
"Good. I trust that with time, you will grow to be content here with me." His voice sounded like the color grey. Steely and dull.
"I hope for the same," the princess said in answer.
The king-to-be nodded in her periphery, his fingers slipping from hers. "I bid you goodnight, my dear. Don't stay out too long. You'll catch a chill."
She listened to his footsteps fade.
She stayed on the balcony until the air numbed her face and fingertips. She watched the lazy clouds part, the moon slashing silver light over the world below.
Using its glow, she examined her white-turned-red rose once more.
"Aren't you cold, princess?"
The princess paused, lifting her head. The familiar voice, warm and lilting, seemed to fill the very cracks of her.
"I like the cold," she answered, turning around to face the speaker.
The jester shifted with leisure movements to lean against the rail beside her.
Something sparked in the pit of her belly, to have him so close. If anyone saw... their mere proximity could be considered scandalous.
Still, the princess turned back around, facing the same direction as her jester.
"How did you turn my rose red?" she asked, glancing at him.
The light of the moon highlighted the white diamonds painted over his cheeks as his mouth lifted into a smirk. "You know what they say about magicians and their secrets."
"You are a court jester," she reminded him, "not a magician. Though your tricks are... impressive."
"I impress you, princess?" His smile widened, sly and teasing.
Heat flooded her cheeks and she turned her head to hide it. "I believe that is what I said, yes."
"You didn't see the end of my performance."
Her gaze flicked back to him, eagerness betraying her. His eyes glittered beneath the dance of moonbeams, knowing and patient as he awaited her reply.
The princess's mouth felt slightly dry. "Alright, then."
"Alright?"
"You may... repeat the end of your performance for me."
He clasped his hands in front of him, attention still affixed to her. The amusement was clear on his face. "I may?"
The princess's cheeks burned further. "I only mean- If you should like to. I would... I wouldn't deny you."
The jester took a single step closer, and the princess felt as if all the air had vanished from her lungs. "Would you like to see it?" he pressed gently.
She swallowed. "I... Yes. Please."
"I could do more than that," he spoke softly. "I could get you out of here--for a little while, or for good."
The princess turned away. "Don't be foolish."
He reached out, brazen and delicate all at once, to catch her wrist, spinning her back around. His other hand raised to just barely brush a finger down the line of her jaw.
The world around them flickered in a kaleidoscope of color, then vanished all at once. The princess blinked and they were in her own kingdom's village, her castle towering within sight.
The princess spluttered, trembling, and looked at the jester, her jester. She was gripping his hand. "What-"
He grinned, something else--magic--sparking behind his eyes. "I am afraid being the fool is precisely my job, Princess. Now. Your Highness. Anywhere you'd like to go?"
Everywhere, her heart whispered.
The princess stepped close, looking up at the court jester. A million thoughts wanted to flee the confines of her mouth. She looked around at her kingdom; her home.
"Thank you."
This is unedited bc it's 2:49 am, but I'll probably (maybe) edit it tomorrow :) Yay for pushing through writer's block, are ya proud?
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