@oblivionsdream Soooo... that ask you had finally kicked my muse and before I intimidate myself out of writing or posting again, have that thing I wanted to write the whole time about your adorable Jester and Knight 💕 Because I love those two!
"You've already given me flowers yesterday. You don't need to give me flowers each day?"
The knight hesitated at the frown on his Jester's face. Well. Not his Jester. Not yet at least. After all the little book that Sir Pomeroy had lend him was pretty strict about the timeline:
First he would bring his beloved flowers each day for a week.
Then it would be something more personal, in his case maybe books with stories and jokes? Or maybe more parchment and ink so the Jester could write down his own ideas and tales. He wasn't yet sure enough about this part of the timeline. But the book said to use the daily flowers as a means to get to know your beloved better and at the end of the week and answer - or rather multiple - would surely have presented itself.
After that… well, he would see what to do once he reached that day.
"Do you not like them?" he asked, suddenly uncertain. Sir Pomeroy had promised him that whoever he was interested in would love his devotion of bringing them flowers daily. He even had asked Sir Green for the flower book he had seen him with, deep in thought as to which flowers to bring first to his lady love.
Today he had brought his Jester a bouquet of Edelweiss as a means to praise the Jester's courage and to show his devotion, his interest. His, maybe not love, but not quite far from it either.
The Jester stared at him, confused.
"They are beautiful, of course I like them! But you don't have to do this. I already like you, too, dear knight."
The knight paused in surprised. He had hoped to be right in his assumption that the Jester might like him more than other people he liked to flirt with. He'd sometimes almost felt bad about how often he watched his Jester, jealousy burning in his chest, as he flirted with almost anyone, be it the king, the maids, the guards, foreign guests or even the dogs of the palace.
He knew the Jester was an incorrigible flirt, that it was part of his performance, that it just was who he was. And he did his best to be okay with that. Especially since he seemed to be one of the few the Jester sought out on his own accords. Just so they could share a short conversation, a moment as short or long it might be, each day.
At least if he hadn't approached the Jester first.
This time though, the Jester's usual bravado seemed to fail him as the knight smiled at him in answer, bowing slightly, his hair falling in front of his eyes at the movement.
"Then I will bring you more of them, tomorrow, if you like them. Because that is their sole purpose. To brighten your day and make you smile." And blush. He oh so dearly adored to see the blush on the Jester's face as he was seeing it now, when he finally accepted the flowers, looking at them and taking a deep breath.
The smile on his Jester's face was definitely worth it to spend the morning in search for the right flowers.
"Thank you. Though I'm speaking the truth: You don't need to do this, dear Knight."
The Knight smiled.
"I am, also, telling you the truth, dear Jester: I want to. It brightens my day to see you smile."
The blush on his Jester's face bloomed like the warmth in the Knight's heart.
More beautiful than even flowers.
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