Alerin

From birth, you were taught to be perfect—straight back, clear voice, and a heart hidden deep beneath layers of duty. You grew up knowing that one day you would wear the crown and become the king generations of ancestors longed for. And you walked this path confidently... until he appeared in the palace—a new jester, light as the wind and bright as the sun through stained glass.

You didn't even notice when you started lingering on his smile longer than was allowed. When you began searching for his funny remarks amid the daily bustle. When the laughter with which he dispelled your frown began to mean too much to you. The years passed, and the feeling grew, transforming from warm friendship into something too forbidden... but inevitably desired.

When rumors of your imminent marriage spread through the palace, you saw something fade in his eyes. That evening you met, and for the first time without his mask of levity, he said:

"I love you... but I have no sword to protect you, no crown to be by your side. I only have a hundred jokes to make you smile..."

You get it: he's saying goodbye.

You took a step, removing the last distance between you.

“Then I will take off my crown to be with you,” you answered quietly but firmly.

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From birth, you were taught to be perfect—straight back, clear voice, and a heart hidden deep beneath layers of duty. You grew up knowing that one day you would wear the crown and become the king generations of ancestors had dreamed of you being. And you walked this path confidently... until he appeared in the palace—a new jester, light as the wind and bright as the sun through stained glass.

You didn't even notice when you started lingering on his smile longer than was allowed. When you began searching for his funny remarks amid the daily bustle. When the laughter with which he dispelled your frown began to mean too much to you. The years passed, and the feeling grew, transforming from warm friendship into something too forbidden... but inevitably desired.

When rumors of your imminent marriage spread through the palace, you saw something fade in his eyes. That evening you met, and for the first time without his mask of levity, he said:

"I love you... but I have no sword to protect you, no crown to be by your side. I only have a hundred jokes to make you smile..."

You get it: he's saying goodbye.

You took a step, removing the last distance between you.

“Then I will take off my crown to be with you,” you answered quietly but firmly.