The King's Hope (Sope)

A black fool's hat sat on his head, two floppy horns on both sides sticking out of it. His eyes were a dull black, lined in black eyeliner, lids smudged with black paint.

He was the shadow personified.

And he was beautiful.

With one hand in his pocket and a small, black tin box wedged underneath his right arm, he sauntered into the throne room with a mischievous smirk painted on his face.

Everyone held their breaths, waiting to see what the jester had in store.