The Crown
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 10, 2026
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LGBTQIA+
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Historical
Middle Ages
When Art was young, the king cut out his tongue. Brought into the royal court as a political hostage, then later a slave, and now a jester, Art is forced to keep the King's secrets, playing to a tune only the King hears. And then he dies. Suddenly, the court is thrown into turmoil, and the King-well, his last will and testament names Art as the one who will choose his successor. Now Art, the King's confidant, his loyal jester, must decide the fate of the kingdom that once took him from his home. If only his children would make it easy.
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