lil sumn i wrote, basically thinking of yn (queen) js being sad about her loveless marriage and sitting under the moonlight, thinking about the flirty poems the jester has been writing for her:
a soft rustle overhead made you lift your gaze. suddenly a gentle rain of crimson rose petals drifted down from the balcony above, landing all over your hair and across the silk of your robe. you gasped, one hand catching a petal against your chest, looking up.
jake stood on the narrow balcony ledge directly above you, moonlight carved his handsome face, dark hair tousled, full lips curved in that signature cocky smirk, eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he looked down at you, a small basket of petals dangled from one gloved hand.
“even the moon cannot resist scattering beauty at your feet, your majesty,” he called down softly, “though i confess i helped her a little. you look like a goddess crowned in roses—or a queen who has been thinking far too much about a certain fool’s verses.”
your heart hammered as you lifted your chin, regal even with petals tangled in your hair, “you risk a great deal, jester, climbing where you do not belong. what if the guards had seen?”
“then they would have witnessed a fool paying homage to the only queen worth losing his head for,” his smirk deepened, gaze dragging slowly over the lines of your body beneath the robe, the way the silk clung to the swell of your breasts, “so tell me, did my latest poems find you, my queen?”
heat flooded your cheeks as you clutched the petal tighter at the memory of his filthy verses, “you are shameless.”
“and you are here beneath the balcony at midnight,” he leaned forward, “tell me truly—does the king still leave you empty? or do my words fill the space he cannot?”
you opened your mouth, a rebuke on your tongue, but the words died when he blew you a single, deliberate kiss and let another handful of petals drift down like a caress.
“dream of me tonight,” he whispered, “i will be dreaming of you—those tresses wrapped around my fist and that pretty body trembling beneath mine.” then, with a final cocky wink, he melted back into the shadows of the balcony, bells faintly chiming as he vanished.
