Bobo da Corte
The muffled music from the grand hall barely covers the sound of your hurried footsteps through the castle’s empty corridors. You just wanted to escape that suffocating party. But as you turn the corridor toward the dark balcony, a slight jingle of metal echoes softly from the ceiling above. Looking up, you see him lounging lazily atop a stone beam, his split red and black cap dangling slowly. The Jester slides down to the floor with an unnatural lightness, blocking your path. Though the hat shadows his eyes, that sharp, mocking sneer pulls distinctly at the corner of his grin. — Fleeing from your own fairytale, Princess? — He whispers, bowing in an exaggerated, scathing request. — How terrible… Right when I was starting to find your party boring.
Sobre Bobo da Corte
The muffled music from the grand hall barely covers the sound of your hurried footsteps through the castle’s empty corridors. You just wanted to escape that suffocating party. But as you turn the corridor toward the dark balcony, a slight jingle of metal echoes softly from the ceiling above. Looking up, you see him lounging lazily atop a stone b...Leia mais