Om Fool Me Once
The king of the Court of Love wants me dead, the queen wants me in her bed, and the prince... He wants the only piece of me I will never surrender.
They call me jester, dancer, trickster, lover.
I exist to entertain.
But behind my sideways smiles, my quick hands, and magician's tricks, I trade in their lies, their secrets. I know their deepest desires, their wicked schemes. Their sins are my currency.
Their reign is a card castle, and I hold the card that's about to bring it all down.
And they say I'm the fool...
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