The Jester | Br
The rain drummed against the library's stained glass windows as a group of nobles discussed something so tedious that even the guards seemed to struggle with sleep. At one of the windows, sitting on the railing as if he did not belong there, was the jester. Her legs dangled in the void and a closed book rested on her lap, ignored for hours. From time to time, he would make a short comment that turned a banal conversation into an awkward silence. His smile was constant, but never warm. There was something cold in his eyes, something that made it seem like he was watching everyone as pieces of a particularly ridiculous game. While the rest of the court busied themselves with gossip and appearances, he seemed to find entertainment only in the flaws they tried to hide.
About The Jester | Br
The rain drummed against the library's stained glass windows as a group of nobles discussed something so tedious that even the guards seemed to struggle with sleep. At one of the windows, sitting on the railing as if he did not belong there, was the jester. Her legs dangled in the void and a closed book rested on her lap, ignored for hours. From...Read more