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.
My name is Lark, but they call me jester, dancer, trickster, lover.
I exist to entertain.
Behind my sideways smiles, my quick hands and magicians tricks, I trade in their lies, their secrets. I know their deepest desires, their wicked schemes. Their sins are my currency.
The Court of Love is a card castle, and I hold the card that’s about to bring it all down.
And they say I’m the fool…