Jesterxprince Stories

You are a jester, serving Prince Eligard. In this magical kingdom of Irene, you have to fight off the dirty looks given to you over how you fathom a life with the prince. You are put through toxic friendships, and people who's only want is to get you out of the kingdom. But for now, you fight until you can finally have the fantasy you has always dreamed of.

"Truth and love are fickle things. They will give you everything. Or leave you with nothing. " In the House of Spades, nothing is ever seen clearly. Not truth. Not loyalty. Not the people who move quietly between them. Some are born into power. Some learn how to survive around it. And some- learn how to watch. In a court built on careful lies and fragile control, one pair of eyes begins to notice what should remain hidden. A hesitation. A crack. A moment that doesn't belong. It should not matter. It does. Because once something is seen- it cannot be unseen. And once a pattern is broken- it rarely stays that way. In a world where laughter can be a weapon and silence can mean everything, the line between distraction and danger begins to blur. Some wear crowns. Some wear masks. And some know exactly how to use both. ___________________________________________________________________________________ To those who never found their ever after. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An archer and a fate are destined to fall, an arrow drove deeper within the wake of us all. The moon will bleed, the ground will wither, till the crimson flows like a river. A throne will shatter, ruining us all, till heart and soul be crowned, A vow formed out of the ashes of a kingdom bound.

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There lives a young boy in the town of Winrewdia who was known far and wide for telling stories and bringing laughter to children! one day the prince of Winrewdia gives him the job of court jester but the boy develops feelings for the prince and now has to chose to risk it all and tel, him how he feels or hide his feelings forever

Prince Everett Alexander of Valen has spent his entire life surrounded by people who tell him exactly what he wants to hear. Yet, that is the one thing he never wanted. Plagued by sleepless nights and the weight of a future he never chose, Everett begins wandering the palace long after everyone else has gone to bed. There, in the quiet hours before dawn, he keeps crossing paths with the one person he never expected to notice. The court jester. Behind the painted smile and foolish costume is a man who seems oddly untouched by the rules of court. Sharp-tongued, endlessly observant, and impossible to predict, the jester has a habit of saying exactly what no one else dares. As unlikely conversations turn into a dangerous friendship, Everett begins to wonder who the man truly is. Because every kingdom has its secrets. And some voices are far more easy to follow than others. A/N Like many writers, I don't create in complete isolation. During the writing of this story, I occasionally used AI as a brainstorming tool to explore ideas and overcome writer's block. The story, characters, and writing remain entirely my own.

Prince Valerius Thorne did not enjoy mornings. He enjoyed being the smartest, most handsome, and most feared person in the royal court, but he certainly did not enjoy mornings. The primary reason for his misery was currently standing at the foot of his bed, jingling. Tinkle-tinkle. Valerius groaned, pulling his silk duvet over his head. "Jax. If you don't cease that infernal bell-ringing, I will personally see to it that you are reassigned to the royal stables. And let me tell you, the horses don't appreciate your wit."