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person4Title: Whispers and Rumors
Fandom: Princess Maker 2
Pairing: light Jester/Olive
Notes: For June fic-a-day
The whispering started the moment they spotted the harp Olive held in her arms, before she was even far enough into the castle for it to be obvious whose quarters she was making her way towards, the way they always did. And, as she always did, she kept her head up, her eyes focused steadily on the halls before her, her face serene. By the next day the entire town would be talking about how she'd gone to spend her day with him again, about how awful it must be for her father to know that she was wasting her days with the joke of the palace. As if her papa cared at all, as if he didn't understand as well as Olive did that it was because he was considered a joke that the Jester was able to speak to their king more freely, and offer criticism and advice more openly, than any other person in the land. The king had been as kindly as a grandfather to Olive from the very first time they'd met, but even she would never have been able to get away with some of the things she'd heard the Jester tell him.
The whispers grew louder, the words more clear, the closer she got to his door, but not one could leave an impression on her no matter what they did. Every noble that scoffed and scorned her, every so-called friend who looked down on her because her social schedule revolve around who the most popular people in the kingdom were, every one of them lost any importance their opinions might have held to her in the face of the way just opening his door was enough to make the Jester smile like it was joy to see her.
She closed the door behind her, closed out the whispers and rumors, and held up the harp from him to see. "I thought you might like me to play your gift today."
Fandom: Princess Maker 2
Pairing: light Jester/Olive
Notes: For June fic-a-day
The whispering started the moment they spotted the harp Olive held in her arms, before she was even far enough into the castle for it to be obvious whose quarters she was making her way towards, the way they always did. And, as she always did, she kept her head up, her eyes focused steadily on the halls before her, her face serene. By the next day the entire town would be talking about how she'd gone to spend her day with him again, about how awful it must be for her father to know that she was wasting her days with the joke of the palace. As if her papa cared at all, as if he didn't understand as well as Olive did that it was because he was considered a joke that the Jester was able to speak to their king more freely, and offer criticism and advice more openly, than any other person in the land. The king had been as kindly as a grandfather to Olive from the very first time they'd met, but even she would never have been able to get away with some of the things she'd heard the Jester tell him.
The whispers grew louder, the words more clear, the closer she got to his door, but not one could leave an impression on her no matter what they did. Every noble that scoffed and scorned her, every so-called friend who looked down on her because her social schedule revolve around who the most popular people in the kingdom were, every one of them lost any importance their opinions might have held to her in the face of the way just opening his door was enough to make the Jester smile like it was joy to see her.
She closed the door behind her, closed out the whispers and rumors, and held up the harp from him to see. "I thought you might like me to play your gift today."