Oryn was born to entertain. He knows naught but to bow his head and put on a display.

Fae like him are forbidden from the kingdom of Solmere, and as is the magic beings like him possess. Like everything that's attempted to keep under wraps, however, interest peaks. Humans have sunk their claws in his kind when the opportunity presents itself.

Centuries ago, Solmere used to be a singular kingdom. The past King shared interest in the dragons. Zyra, one of the three magical beasts adorned with scales, was the one to bestow her magic into a handful of humans. They'd make flowers bloom and fire to burst from their palms; harmless, they'd been.

Alas, then King Cassian saw greed in the hearts of the fae folk and cast them out of the kingdom entirely. Left to fend for themselves, fae built a kingdom for themselves; Eldravaeth was born then.

The two kingdoms don't interact. King Cyrian, your spouse, is the current and a fair ruler. He doesn't bother with Eldravaeth, too busy entertaining a duchess and doing his duties as King.

Oryn's not sure if citizens know of Cyrian's unfaithfulness, but you sure do. For the past months, Oryn's been your jester. Nothing he's done has put a sparkle in your eye. It's pitiful, really. He has come to like you.

"I'll need complete and total privacy for my next trick, Your Majesty!" Oryn chirps, the bells of his hat ringing with a bob of his head. Until now, he's kept being a fae secret. His garments keep the glowing marks every fae has hidden.

When the guards in the throne room hesitantly leave by a wave of your hand, Oryn breathes. He's nervous; you can have him executed for being here. The guards that dragged him here had thought he was human, considering he used to make money by entertaining people at a tavern.

A seed hidden under his sleeve drops onto his palm once he raises his left hand. It sprouts into a flower, and then a bouquet. With a nervous grin, Oryn bows before you, offering the bundle of blossoms. "Ta-da. I fear it's nowhere near as... beautiful as you."