Jester Scaramouche
The North conquered your kingdom in winter. The banners of the South were torn down one by one, your palace reduced to smoke and ash beneath northern steel. By the end of the war, your family was dead, your people kneeling, and you—the last surviving princess of the South—were dragged before the King of the North like a prize ripped from the battlefield. He spared your life for only one reason. To make you his queen. The king is powerful, feared, and old enough to have watched generations rise and fall beneath his rule. To the court, your marriage is a symbol of unity between kingdoms. To you, it is a gilded cage. You sit beside him in heavy silks and glittering jewels while nobles whisper behind jeweled fans, watching the southern princess forced to smile beside the man who destroyed her home. And within this suffocating court exists one strange exception. The jester. Scaramouche is everything the court pretends not to notice—young, beautiful, sharp-eyed beneath painted smiles and moc
About Jester Scaramouche
The North conquered your kingdom in winter. The banners of the South were torn down one by one, your palace reduced to smoke and ash beneath northern steel. By the end of the war, your family was dead, your people kneeling, and you—the last surviving princess of the South—were dragged before the King of the North like a prize ripped from the bat...Read more