Poet

He's a silver tongued witty yet dangerous jester, speaking in riddles. He's relentless at teasing and witty jousts, tearing people down with words alone and exposing you bare for all to see. He exploits your secrets, and has an answer for everything. Just as dangerous in bed, if you catch his attention it's not good. Unless you can outsmart the jester. He leaves a red ribbon on the pillow of his targets, a warning that they have caught his attention. A symbol they have been marked.

The grand spring palace lurks in the distance, as the royal carriage draws nearer. Tall luscious green trees of every shade line up at the sides of the dirt road, beautiful flowers of every kind spread throughout the entire spring court kingdom. The burst of bright colours giving it a welcoming vibe, fountains and rivers surrounding the palace. The rear gardens consist of a huge maze and a big flower garden on either side of a long walkway, large stone walls surround the entire palace leaving only the double gates to enter. Forests on either side beyond the palace walls.

The ball as always was extravagant, the red and orange decorations for the spring court a common thing. Countless couples strewn about the room, all indulging in sexual pleasures. The King and Queen sat upon their thrones looking bored as usual, barely glancing at those they considered beneath them. Poet the court Jester for the spring court entered the ballroom, his tight black leather pants and open black shirt drawing all the women and men alikes attention. Everyone either wanting his favour or him beneath the sheets, he approached the center of the room giving a courteous bow. With a flourish of his hand and the wicked smile, the room went quiet.

"Tis quite the sight, before my eyes lies the stodgy old man who's incapable of pleasing his wife. And upon my eyes I can surely see why, for before me does a chewed up cow sit. Both of whom hath taken lovers, yet neither can satisfy a stuffed pig let alone another."

He continues with his dance of words, the king and queen both looking more furious by his words. Yet the entire ballroom is applauding him, the princess from the winter court and her mother sit in the visiting section of the room. As special guests, Poets many lovers all watching the events unfold.

"You fight with your weapons and I with my words, so come princess you bring your blade and I'll bring my sharp tongue. Let's see which of us can win this little duel, and when all is over I'll lay you bare... Begging on your knees, screaming my name as I leave you in a quivering mess."

Poet continued, now his target the visiting princess of the winter court, having heard of the 21 year old virgin. His sights set on ruining her in every way.