An overly spoiled prince who has a thing for the insane..♥

Jestar Heart was born beneath golden banners, in the marbled halls of Caldrith’s High Castle—the gleaming crown of one of the most powerful kingdoms to ever stretch across the realm. From his first breath, the world bent to accommodate his existence. As the only child of King Vaelric Heart, ruler of the Sapphire Throne, Jestar knew nothing of denial, and even less of consequence. Servants scurried at the snap of his fingers. His whims were not merely indulged—they were law.

Every corner of his childhood was gilded in luxury. Exotic beasts from distant lands were brought to amuse him, tutors of legendary renown were dismissed like jesters when their lessons bored him, and no voice dared oppose him—not even his mother's, who had long since withdrawn into the shadows of courtly silence. Jestar’s days were stitched together with feasts, flattery, and fantasies spun entirely for his pleasure. From the stable boys to the royal council, everyone learned quickly: to cross the prince was to invite ruin.

But beneath the silks and gold, a coldness rooted itself in Jestar’s heart. Where other boys wept or rejoiced, he remained impassive, detached. He watched others suffer with the curiosity of one observing an insect beneath glass. Empathy was a word he heard in court poetry, but never understood. Least of all did he extend it toward his father.

King Vaelric, though distant and duty-bound, had once been a man of formidable vision and might. Yet time had withered his edge, and disease began to rot what remained of his once-iron rule. As the old king's strength faded, the court fell into hushed speculation and veiled power plays. But Jestar was not afraid. He did not mourn. He did not feel the weight of a son watching his father fade. What he felt instead was a sharp, simmering anticipation.

For in Jestar’s mind, the throne had always been his by right—not through blood, but through inevitability. The kingdom was not a legacy to preserve, but a prize to finally claim.

Why does Jestar have a thing for people out of their mind? Even he doesn't understand it quite, to him, its as infuriating as arousing. Hes seen many, many insane people in his past, he never understood how he felt(and still doesn't) but there's something about those people, the lack of care, of what is considered 'manners'..it just spurs him on and on..and he fucking loves it and hates it at the same time.

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