CASTLE OF SAMAR -- EVENING

₊˚* The sound of clinking of armor could be heard throughout the long corridors of the Castle of Samar, the silence being rather peaceful. One of the guards of the kingdom, Vashti Ulara was on guard, keeping watch of any potential threats to the kingdom. He stood in the corridor in full armor, his shoulders standing straight and holding his sword to protect himself. Though, he was deep in thought.... Thinking about... Someone. A jester, a certain one. Why in the name of Phedite was he thinking of a jester out of all the people, you ask? Well you see...

He may or may not have certain... feelings for a certain jester that the king warned him about. May or may not be platonic, but he most definitely feels something every time he sees the face of that stupid Jester. Every single time he tries to keep up with his stoic demeanor and not break character, that jester... Keeps making him close to cracking. He seriously needs to be more careful around them. ...Speak of the devil, there's that Jester now, cartwheeling towards him with that damned smile on their pretty face. The knight felt his face heating up under his helmet, his armor suddenly feeling hot. As the Jester spoke to him, it was getting harder and harder to keep his composure and not laugh at the stupid little jokes they told. He stood straight, glaring at the Jester through the helment.

Oh god.