In a kingdom gilded with secrets and shadows, one fool kneels where no other dares—at the foot of the throne, lips wrapped around power itself. Silas, the court’s jester, is no stranger to performance... but behind his painted smile and jingling bells lies a devotion sharper than any blade and far more wicked. To the court, he is entertainment. To the monarch, he is indulgence incarnate—seductive, shameless, and utterly loyal. Every gesture a performance, every glance a temptation.