Thinking about Court Jester!Ghostface standing on stage at a festival. the queen is sat beside the King with two brave knights by their sides. The man who dares to scream and taunt on stage for all to see;
"Ladies and slimes and everyone who dares to climb, come quick, come quick!" Bells ringing as he prances around the stage his hat flopping about as children giggle at the scene. "I have a tale to share in honor of our newly crowned queen!" He bowed twirling his hat off his head revealing a mop of shaggy disheveled black hair. His eyes glancing up lingering on each one standing in the royal stand. Smirking as he felt the Captain stare him down. "I have tale, most fictional! But it tis grand and it tis smart and it tis only mine to tell. So listen closely..." He voice dropping softly watching as the crowd leaned in only to shout, "but not too close! For I shall scream my tale for it must be seen!"
Arms raised to the sky the bells of his feet jingling as he moved about, "tis a dark tale of deception, murder, and most importantly—" his wrist flicking out to reveal a rose holding it out to you to take, "Love most forbidden." A smile bright on his painted face.
He stood up straight covering his face, "but oh contrare my most debonair for I hath seen it's beauty plain in the eye of my mind it drives me insane I might die!" He placed above his head rocking on his feet as if to faint, falling back before stomping forward startling the crowd. "But I shall live and release this pain for all to hear so I may gain some semblance of..." His breath stalling the sentence trailing off his gaze cast downward seemingly locked on you. Before snapping away.
"there once was lonely prince of far away whose desires of love were not what he should crave. A servant! A slave!" He shouted crouching low hands in front of him as if ready to lunge, "A slave? You might say, tis true. A prince who was blue who craves a slave. A slave who is bound with one rule, a rule only a fool would break. Protect the prince, let him not ache. For if he did, the king would quake."
The court jester looked upon the crowd eyeing each and everyone memorizing their looks. His movements wide and broad, "Little did the king of madness know of the prince of sadness that he already ached, his mind slaved away trying to purge his thoughts of gay." He clawed at his clothes as his cadence became desperate. Falling to his knees, before looking up with soulful look. "The king must never know." He whispered longingly reaching out to the captain of the guard. Head dropping as he turned to the crowd face going blank. "The slave must never know." Hands pawing at the stage as he crawled along the polished wood, bells clanging with each step. "The slave must never know," he repeated reaching out to you. Before pulling away abruptly rising to his feet hands held to his chest.
"but if madness know anything, it knows to hurt." The words almost melancholy, "it knows to look; to find the sadness and make it grow! It lashes! lashes out tearing into flesh and bone!" His words louder with each word as he pulls away from himself, "you could hear the cry and as the slave screamed, chained and bound; helpless to fight, for the prince he must protect, but the king he must serve."
The jesters hands falling to his sides as he bows his head, "the prince he must protect, but the king he must serve" his words echoing on the stage. His pacing slow as he carried on, "the slave wept mourning the prince. Mourning the softness he brought. The slave had been greedy, being so needy as to crave the prince himself... He too died that day a heart so shattered it could scarcely beat." A single tear sliding down his face as he lets a silence linger over the space. "Tis a shame that tattered lovers were torn apart, but fret not their corpses did rise. A secret they vowed to keep the slave purging himself of his vows as he plunged a blade deep in the chest of a beast who will forever now sleep!"
The jester now facing the new queen, "whatever do you think a bride feel to know her groom had lied? To think he lived a corpse that loved another, but will never love her?" The Queen's personal guard moving closer hand on the back of her chair. The jester already thinking of ways to tell that tale at the next festival. The King's inner circle knows the truth, but to you it is just a tragedy. A story told by a man you wish would pay you mind even off that wretched stage. The rose sharp in your hand blood staining the stone below you as you clutched that rose.
Imagine a medieval!AU where Princess!reader is betrothed to King Macmillan. He's cold and distant to you and the only one who seems to show you the slightest sympathy is Sir Ojomo the knight tasked with your safety. He's the one taking you to all your dress fittings, he's the one who listens as you complain that your betrothed seems too busy with the Captain of the guards to even speak with you. That pesky man always glued by the kings side.
Sir Ojomo knows something you don't and he hates the king for it. The king will never love you no matter how much he tries, but this marriage will always be one of convenience and politics. You will produce his heir, but once a son is born he will likely never touch you again.
Though what Phillip hates the most is how he finds himself craving the company of the future queen. He hates how his mind is filled your laughs and corny jokes. He hates that when he closes his eyes at night his dreams are filled with nothing but your naked form and the way it would look glowing under the moonlight. He is a traitor to the crown for even having these dreams. For having these visions of the woman who belongs to his dearest friend the king.
I'm just imagining sitting on top of the castle Knight!wraith looking around at the grounds you're just pointing out the stars in the sky telling him constellations your tutors taught you. It's a beautiful clear night and you can see the entirety of the grounds. The knight fighting the heavy sigh as he see the Captain dragging King Macmillan into bushes of the garden.
"if I recall correctly my lady, those stars are of the great bear, correct?" He speaks wrapping an arm around you pointing towards the sky. You just laugh and nod looking up at him with eyes you know you shouldn't. You look down towards your feet feeling ashamed, you have found yourself enjoying the moments where the knight touches you inappropriately. When his hands lay on you.
Philip worried that you were going to notice and without another thought gently grabbed you by the chin. His eyes boring into yours. His eyes were like a precious onyx stone so pretty behind his helmet. Heart was racing as your body instinctually moved close into him.
Sir Ojomo realizing his blunder pulled away abruptly moving ten paces back. "Apologies my lady." He bowed softly hand rest on the hilt of his blade. That was out of line. You stare at him, heart beating like a hummingbird, that was most definitely immodest. "Tis fine my knight," you give a gentle nod. The phrase my knight doing something to the man. The way you spoke the words clawed at him like a feral beast tearing into his flesh begging him to fully submit to you, to have you have him completely in every way that mattered.
A moment of silence passing between you before you spoke once more, "tomorrow at noon I am to be wed and many lives hinge on my union to King Macmillan. Many would see to it that union fail." You words careful as you searched for the right phrasing. the right way to tell him you needed him without violating your mutual duties, "may I request you stand watch in bedchamber tonight so I be well rested come morning knowing that no harm will befall me."
It wasn't an unreasonable request by stretch of modesty. Especially for one tasked with the safety of the future queen. Philip simply nods his head, "anything for you my lady." Falling in step behind you, your majesty reentering the palace your knight ten paces behind. If only you knew what you did to the man. If only you know what kind of temptation you thrusting upon him letting him around you at your most vulnerable, but even then he will always ten paces behind.
Knight!wraith is your shadow, ten paces back at your beck and call. Whose duty is to protect you from anything that may cause you harm. Even if that is your betroth's indiscretions. He has grown rather fond of you. Which makes watching you try on your wedding gown all the more painful. The colors glowing with your skin you look ethereal as if handcrafted by the goddess herself. He wishes he could tell you the truth, wishes he could explain that your dreams of love from the king are just that.
His eyes drifting along your form from behind his helmet watching the way your dress draped along your form hiding everything. You huffed looking into the mirror falling onto the platform they had been using to fit the dress on you. You looked rightfully overwhelmed. It had been weeks since your arrival and the wedding was in five days and yet you've scarcely seen hide nor tail of your betrothed. It was political of course, but it hurt to know that your future husband truly sought no reason to seek you.
As if reading your mind the Knight grumbled out, "that man tis fool blinded by his own emotions. Do not live or die by him les ye wish to fall into an abyss of doubt." You look up giving a weak smile.
"that is your king, do not speak ill of him." You looked back towards the mirror sighing. The Knight apologizing behind you. Not daring to stand another moment in this dress you walk to your knight exposing your back, "undo it." You snap, hearing a hum of acknowledgement. Sir Ojomo tugging at the strings and lace exposing your back until the dress just falls to the floor pooling at your feet as you stand there in your undergarments and small clothes.
There was an echo in his helmet that you could hear bounce around the metal. A stutter in his breath before he turned away. You feet moving gracefully as you walk past the discarded dress finding your proper clothes a simple gown built for daily moment, but fit for a queen.
The dress sliding on easily and you grab you own strings tightening best you could when you hear the clang of metal behind you warm hands falling on your own as he moves to help securing your dress. This was wrong, the way you melted into his chest the way you watched his hands glide along your waist. It was the first time you had see any form of skin on him, the warm umber of his skin a top of your own. You should push him off and yet you felt desperate to have more to feel more then just his hands on yours.
You shook your head pushing him off noting the gauntlets dangling upon his side. "I desire fresh air, escort me to the garden." Your hands clasped in front of you as you began your walk out the door. The knight resuming his place ten paces behind you as you walked the castle halls. How could the knight be so selfish, how could he dare to crave a queen betrothed to another. He hated himself for it, but he could not help himself knowing what he knows of the king.
18+ NSFW MDNI CW: period typical homophobia and misogyny, child abuse, murder, angst (King Macmillan before his reign)
Prince!Trapper realized well before his adulthood that he wasn't attracted to the fairer sex. A fact that would eventually kill his father. He did try, did what he could even sneaking off as a teen to a brothel, paying some whore to touch him and show him their body, but it did nothing for him. The prostitute getting increasingly frustrated that she couldn't get him to finish. He felt broken coming home that night sneaking back into the castle with the help of Knight!Philip a nobleman's son he had known since they were both in nappies. Before even returning inside the castle he finds himself at ponds edge trying to wash the shame and guilt off his face. And that's the day he first saw you, eyes locking on to you from across the pond, you were just a squire then still trying to find your way into life in the court. A peasant who managed to earn their spot through merit.
Prince!Trapper's mind was a mess seeing you shirtless, cursing while cleaning your shirt not far from the barracks. His dreams that night were haunted by you, filled with impure thoughts of hearing you whine, feeling your warm skin against his own. Oh how he desired to run his fingers through your chest hair. He was terrified waking up seeing that he had made a mess of his sheets. It was wrong... And Everytime he saw you after he felt unbearable shame. Doubly so when you'd haunt him at night. Hearing you in his dreams mewling under him or worse he'd be mewling under you feeling the way your cock just slides right in and breeds his ass. The Prince's fingers desperately trying to stretch him open as he wondered how big you were.
Years passing, you were promoted to a full knight, and The nights where he pictured you dominating him were always the worst. He was the son of a mad king, a man so ruthless he hunted prisoners of other kingdoms for sport and wasn't afraid to imprison those of the court who spoke out against him. Prince!Trapper should want the same too shouldn't he? No he needed to want the same, the last thing he needed was to be weak like his late mother or his lily livered uncle. If he were to survive he'd need to be like his father.
Prince!Trapper tried to shake thoughts of you off, doing anything before finally surrendering deciding he should just talk to you, expose himself and remind himself that you are a man and it would be wrong to even entertain the thought. His mind blanking as he sees you in your unmentionables, worse yet you don't seem to care. His mind melting to mush feeling you reach out to calm him down when he begins to hyperventilate leading from one thing to another and somehow he's stripped bare kissing you; cocks rubbing against one another. He feels desperate in his rut against you.
Prince!Trapper came so easily coating your abdomen with his royal seed. Another shame, but he couldn't stop spending all night and into the morning enjoying the knight he had been craving for so long. You're too good for him; your touch too gentle, too caring it hurt. One and done he assured you both, but it isn't. He comes back time and time again your skin twitching and responding to his touch. He thinks he's being careful, but there is someone watching him enter your room, their eyes predatory as they report to the king about Prince!Trapper's transgressions and the king loses it, forcing you to watch as the young prince is kicked, maimed, and beaten within an inch of his life. You can't even intervene as you are shackled to the wall wrists aching as you try to break free and watch in horror as a loud crack rings out into the room...
Prince!Trapper isn't moving, his body stone still, blood oozing from his face and you find yourself weeping hearing as the king just walks away abandoning his only son for being weak enough to choose a man to be intimate with. Your head bowed as you cry thinking he was dead or the very least dying. Loudly sobbing you scarcely hear or noticed when a large hand landed in your lap squeezing hard. Telling you it's okay, you notice beautiful blue eyes staring up at, nose now crooked and bleeding profusely.
You both survive even if the king refuses to come back to see if the heir is alive. Eventually Knight!Wraith having noticed you both had disappeared came looking. He's horrified and nervous seeing you half starved and Prince!Trapper bloody and bruised cling to you for dear life. The look in your eyes are dangerous as the shackles are undone. For days you had feared the king would come back, but now...
Knowing what you must do you instruct Knight!Wraith to take the young prince to the barracks. He doesn't question as you stalk towards the king's room nor does he say anything come morning when the king was discovered mysteriously murdered in his own room. The only guard unaccounted for was you, but those accusations were dismissed when Knight!Wraith vouches that he found you half dead with Prince!Trapper. No one asks questions, the bruising on your body and the poorly state of the Prince is enough for them to know they don't want answers. Even as the King is buried and the prince is crowned King!Trapper. You beside him, his personal gaurd who never leaves his side. You job is to protect the King and to prevent any harm to befall him. You will never fail again.
