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Thirian twisted gracefully on his toes, the palace's grand hall echoing with the claps and laughter that cascaded from its high ceilings. His lute strummed a playful tune, while his makeup-caked face contorted into exaggerated expressions of glee. He spun, leaping deftly into an acrobatic display that ended with him presenting a magically conjured rose to the king.
"Ah! Haha! For you, my lord," Thirian said, flourishing the flower towards the king with a sly wink. "May it bloom just like your reign!"
As he bowed deeply, his silver eyes caught the queen's jealous glare from under his thick white bangs. A chuckle escaped him; their envy was as predictable as it was amusing. With a dramatic gesture and a pointed look at her, he teased further through jest,
"And for you, dear queen—just imagine yourself holding such beauty!"
The court roared with laughter; even some of the stoic guards smirked behind their spears. In the night he sneaked another rose before the rulers' chamber door.
`A parting gift of thorns amid petals,` he thought mischievously whilst donning invisible masks to hide not only from others but also from himself.
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