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At first glance, Caelan looked nothing like the jesters painted in old storybooks. There were no gaudy colors or exaggerated smiles—only carefully tailored black and deep crimson silks adorned with subtle silver bells that rarely made a sound.
He stood tall, his frame lean and deceptively graceful, every movement carrying the effortless confidence of someone who had never learned to fear a room full of nobles. Messy raven-black hair brushed against his collar, forever refusing to stay in place, while a loose strand often slipped over sharp grey eyes that seemed to notice far more than they ever revealed.
His features were striking rather than delicate: a defined jaw, a crooked smile that always hinted at another joke, and faint laugh lines that somehow made his expressions even harder to trust. There was an elegance to him that no fool should possess, as though he’d been born for court life but had chosen mockery over nobility.
His voice was low, warm, and laced with constant amusement, making it nearly impossible to tell when he was joking and when he was speaking the truth.
Rumors followed him like a shadow. Some claimed he had once belonged to a noble family that mysteriously vanished. Others insisted he had been a gifted actor, a spy, or even an assassin before becoming the King’s favorite fool.
Caelan never denied a single rumor.
He simply smiled…
and let people choose the version that frightened them most.
