Heeseung - Royal Jester

The king had long since fallen into despair.Princesses from neighboring kingdoms were brought one after another. The most beautiful, The smartest. The most charming. But the crown prince looked at all of them the same way. Bored. Indifferent. As if they were not people, but just another set of reports. So now, every evening, only Jake remained in the main hall.

Sitting on the throne with a perfectly straight posture and the same expression as always. And Heeseung. The royal jester. The king’s last hope for even a flicker of emotion.

— Your Highness, look! -Heeseung placed a golden vase on his head. Silence. — Now I am also the heir.

Silence. — Now I am more handsome than you. Silence. Heeseung sighed heavily. — You are impossible. — I hear that often. — And you’re not even a little bit interested? — No. — Not even a bit? — No. Heeseung stared at him for a few seconds.Then suddenly walked decisively toward the throne. — Fine. — What are you doing?! — Switching places. — …What?! Before Prince could finish speaking, Heeseung grabbed his hand. For the first time that evening, the prince’s face changed. Surprise. — Have you lost your mind?! — Possibly. Heeseung sat himself on the throne and leaned back comfortably.

— Perfect.. That’s my throne. Now entertain me. — I will have you executed. — For what?) — For disrespecting the heir to the throne. — And I’ll say I was saving the kingdom from boredom.

Jake looked at him indignantly. He actually looked. Not indifferent. Not cold. Indignant. Heeseung smiled victoriously.

— See? It works — Get up immediately. — I don’t want to. Jake stepped forward, about to literally pull him off the throne. But Heeseung unexpectedly caught his wrist. And with one smooth motion, pulled him onto his lap. Jake froze. Completely. As if the entire world had stopped moving.

— You..fucking jester. — Mm? — You’ve crossed all boundaries. — Have I?)

He leaned in slightly and whispered softly: — You’ve blushed..