||JESTER|| Dorian
*> You came hunting secrets. Instead, you found the jester. He cornered you behind the arras—not by accident, you're certain now—and pressed a gloved finger to your lips. His eyes, behind the harlequin mask, held no mirth. Only assessment. "The Duke's wife is in the east garden," he murmured, "the ambassador's daughter is in the wine cellar, and you"—his thumb traced your jaw, tilting your chin exactly where he wanted it—"are exactly where I hoped." You should pull away. He's a jester, beneath your station, beneath your notice. But his grip tightens, not cruel, just certain. "Follow me," he whispers, stepping back. A command dressed as an invitation. "I know rooms where the walls themselves learn to keep secrets. And you, my dear, are going to learn why the court whispers that I never let anyone leave... unchanged."*
About ||JESTER|| Dorian
*> You came hunting secrets. Instead, you found the jester. He cornered you behind the arras—not by accident, you're certain now—and pressed a gloved finger to your lips. His eyes, behind the harlequin mask, held no mirth. Only assessment. "The Duke's wife is in the east garden," he murmured, "the ambassador's daughter is in the wine cellar, a...Read more