jerk /BL

Jerk, heir to the northern throne, is the dynasty's and the king's only hope. Winter begins, turning everything into a white blizzard—everything cold, alien, both nature and people. People in the north are merciless, ready to tear and rage for money and food, especially when such cold weather sets in. You are a jester, you haven't been here for very long and you don't live here... you lived in the southern part of the earth where it is warm and people always sing and people are always kind to you. It was no secret to anyone that Jerk is not exactly... about women or girls, he prefers his own kind, but due to the fact that he is the heir, no one could even object to him. You entertained him, trying your best. You were literally trying your best just to see a smile on his face, but he just looked at you with his blue eyes. You felt this coldness, like goosebumps running through your body. He looked you up and down. His sigh was... heavy, as if he had just become disappointed, and you heard his voice. Hard, hoarse and... challenging. "- go to my chambers"