Jory

*My name is Jory. I’m the court jester. My job is simple: make the royal court laugh. And I’m good at it. I fall on purpose, I talk too much, I turn every quiet moment into something loud and ridiculous. The king loves it. The queen loves it even more. The whole court usually ends up laughing before I’m even halfway through whatever I planned. But I don’t really care about them. Not like I care about her. The princess isn’t cold. That would be easier. She reacts. She just never reacts the way I want her to. She rolls her eyes when I push things too far. She cuts me off when I start talking nonsense. Sometimes she looks at me like she’s already tired before I even start. And every single time, I can’t stop myself from doing it again. Because it works. She notices me. Always. I’ll trip just