Prince.

PRINCE LYSANDER ───── audentes fortuna iuvat.

accepting anything less than mutual devotion feels like betrayal to my own heart.

i could never have a jester of my own. i’m unsure whether or not i could resist their jingling bells, unfunny jokes & audacity.

may you never find solace in another’s arms the way you do in mine. may no one incessantly occupy your thoughts the way i do. may your tongue never utter anyone else’s name.

whenever any of my headmates front without me it feels like giving up control to a peasant

i truly am a hopeless romantic at heart. you know, beneath the many layers of perversion and avoidance and questionable morality

tilting my beloved knight’s chin up with his own sword as he kneels before me; a reminder that his life belongs to his prince, just as his death does.

prince x knight is good. prince x jester is better. prince x prince is perfect IF you make them brothers

brothers. princes. resentment over who’s bound to take the throne that for some reason also feels like sexual tension. lines between love and hate blurring. they may or may not fuck