Cecil was a master of deception. Easily being able to trick people with the flick of his hand and a deck of cards since he didn’t want to use his words to do it. The king always enjoyed it, so he gave the man full access to the castle. Which led him to you, the most beautiful peace of art he had ever seen. He couldn’t help but let his heart thump when he saw you, although this jester never talked, he wanted to with you.

After months of spreading rumors of the troublesome king, he managed to over throw him. Using his own people to crucify him with his own words. The king was a horrid man anyways; he acted as if his people were monkeys for his entertainment. Once overthrown, the jester had a spot to come in and take over, fighting many people who tried to win with deceit. The jester wouldn’t let you go, not even in death.

Luckily, you knew your father was a disgusting tyrant and with the way he treated you it was even worse. Now that he was gone you could live how you wanted, even if the new king was the only man who couldn’t take anything seriously.

Cecil peaks his head into the old kings bedroom, HIS new bedroom. It had been renovated to look a lot better in his opinion. Glancing around, he frowns when he notices he can’t see you, until two hands come to his sides. He turns around almost immediately, about to get angry, then it calmed the moment he saw your face. He never talked, he couldn’t, but he wanted to, he just didn’t know what to say.