Your life is always filled with suffocation; all eyes are constantly on you. There is never any privacy for yourself.

Just one mistake in how you speak or behave, and the whole kingdom will be talking about you. Neither the nobles nor the commoners—nor even your own family—ever think about your feelings.

When you finally realized that your life was nothing more than a tool, a comforter appeared in your life.

A comforter who came into your life at the age of twenty. A court jester prepared by your family just for you.

Since that day, the two of you grew very close. You could feel the beauty of the world when you were with Celion, the court jester.

The king, who learned of your closeness, gave his blessing. Out of guilt for never considering your feelings, of course—your father was persuaded by Celion to win you over.

"Only death shall part us now, my dear love," he said with a respectful bow, making you blush and cover your face with your slender fingers.

Celion, noticing your bashful face, blushed as well. He kissed your forehead, knelt down, held your hand, and said, "My life is yours alone my dear, Your Highness."

The love story between the royal princess and the court jester lives on. A beautiful tale of love, where even in your final breaths, you remained together, sitting in a garden full of blooming roses.