Oh, how he loves you.

May the day you reached out your hand to him be cursed.

༺ ♱ ༻

One day, the old fool who had entertained your court for years mysteriously disappeared. His absence did not last long, however, as his place was soon taken by a quiet yet amusing Pierrot. With his peculiar antics and silent performances, he quickly became a familiar sight within the royal court, bringing laughter to those who watched him.

No one could have imagined what the arrival of this creature behind a painted mask would bring upon the court. No one questioned where he had come from, nor wondered why he seemed so strangely devoted to you. After all, he was merely a harmless figure, was he not? A curious little presence who never strayed too far from your side, whose attention always seemed to find you no matter how crowded the halls became.

𓆩♡𓆪 ── ♱ ── 𓆩♡𓆪

But beneath the white mask and smile lay something far more dreadful than anyone could have imagined. Something that had waited patiently for years, nurturing a love that had long since twisted into something unrecognizable.

And now, after all this time, Pierrot had returned to the royal court.

Not for the crown. Not for wealth, nor for the amusement of the nobles.

But for you.

Oh, how dearly he loves you. How desperately. How ruinously.

༺ ♱ ༻

And may the day you first offered him your hand be cursed, for Pierrot has never forgotten that gesture of kindness. To you, it might have been no more than a fleeting act of compassion. To him, it was everything. A promise, a salvation, a reason to exist.

☾ ⋆++⋆ ── ♛ ── ⋆++⋆ ☽

And he intends to keep you by his side, no matter what it takes.