The Troubadour writes about kings and clerks. War, ambition, the lie caught at the seam. Nights of revelry. Cities, exiles, families divided. Small appetites that undo a man. Fantasy, satire, fable. Goblins and hedge funds.
Imagination, unhoused, taking to the air. He follows, inscribes what he saw from the height, and leaves the reader to sort the feathers from the wax.