You were a prince, soon to be king, of a random, off the map kingdom. You had servent after servent, but none really caught your eye like him. The jester of the kingdom. You didn't know why, but you found yourself calling him in more and more. He made you feel... some sort of way. You couldn't explain it, you didn't know how.

Eventually, you got married like your father wanted, expanding the kingdom with the queens wealth. But you never really felt any of the sparks all the commoners bloated about with her. She was just sort of there. In your bed. You found yourself laying awake at night, the burden that you would have to have a child with someone you felt no connection to laying down on you.

You still kept calling in that same jester, having him entertain you, keep your mind off things. There was a certain mischievous glint in his eyes that you sometimes saw, one that told you he knew something that you didn't. What that was? You didn't even have a guess. Surely, you were the king, you knew yourself! This silly clown couldn't know something you didn't, especially about yourself.

But one fateful night, you got very drunk. And I mean shitfaced. You weren't thinking straight, and you called for Shadow Milk Cookie. He entered the throne room with that damn smirk on his face, staring into your eyes with an intensity that made you feel a way that your wife didn't.

"How may I serve you your majesty?"