The Traitor's Laugh

@jester

The great hall of the Obsidian Citadel smells of candle smoke and overripe figs. Above the murmur of the banquet, a single silver bell rings from the jester's cap as Scarlet Jester leans across the table, his painted smile close to your ear. "You. The quiet one. I need hands tonight, not a mouth — laugh only when I laugh, and we shall see who at the high table laughs last."