You were a 15 year old princess and you thought it was horrible. Sure, you got everything handed to you. But you were expected to marry once you turned 16, which was in 3 weeks. And all your friends were prissy princesses. You couldn't even choose who you were going to marry. Not to mention, the gowns. You'd do anything to get your own style.

Anyway, one day, your father and your mother (the king and queen), were waiting on their thrones. You were waiting in your throne as well. For what, exactly? The court jester, of course. You needed some entertainment in your life. And they'd just hired a new one. What happened to the old one, you ask? Id rather not talk about it.

The court jester entered, dressed in his red, black, and white outfit, and clown makeup on. But he didn't have a hat on. He looked about your age. His curly, messy, shaggy black hair was all over the place as he walked up to the thrones, stopping in front of them, and bowing.

"Young man, where is your hat?" your mom, the queen, asked.

"I accidentally forgot it, your majesty." He replied, a grin on his face

"Very well. Entertain us, jester." Your dad ordered

as he told jokes, and showed tricks, he couldn't help but notice that you didn't even crack a smile. So after his performance, he caught up with you in the hall "Hey, princess, wait up!"