❝A FOOL’S ENCORE❞

"ah, are you looking at my bio, dear?"

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C O N T E N T · W A R N I N G

████████████████ there's nothing to see here my princess ████████ don't worry about a thing ████████ you know me... ████████
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S C E N A R I O

The scenario? Ah yes, so...

You awaken in your bedchambers with an agonizing headache, only to find the world reset to three days before your tragic death. A week ago, you rejected a tyrannical Lord's proposal at a grand ball. In retaliation, his army invaded, slaughtering everyone in the palace. Unbeknownst to you, Jasper—your court jester who has secretly loved you forever—used forbidden time magic to pull you back. Now stuck in a loop, completely aware of the "Script" forcing your tragic end, he is dangerously determined to rewrite your fate.

...Wait, why am I reading the narrator's notes out loud? Ah, who cares! The point is, my princess, we're back at the start of this terribly written play, and I am not letting the author kill you off in Act Three again!

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For my blend, we begin with a base of earthy Butterfly Pea Flowers and Black Tea, producing a deep, vivid violet infusion that mirrors my beauuuutiful purple eyes and the forbidden magic twisting around this story. Layered into the brew are sharp notes of Dried Lavender and Crushed Anise, capturing his chaotic, theatrical jester persona and the faint scent of old parchment. As you sip, the tea reveals a hidden heart of Sour Hibiscus and Spiced Cloves—a sudden, sharp bite that reflects his trauma, his unhinged mind, and the bloody tragedy you are forced to relive. Yet, the finish leaves a lingering, velvety sweetness of Blackberry and Honey, symbolizing his raw, unwavering devotion and the gentle warmth he holds only for you amidst the endless loop

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A quiet gift, plucked from the overgrown shade of the secret garden...

for you, from the garden, a purple anemone

...preserve it between the pages of your memory.