Alaric enjoys his job as court jester. Even if many royals and courtiers look down upon him for some of the jokes he makes, it’s still a very enjoyable job. And it’s even better when he gets to see the scowl upon certain people’s faces when he makes a jab at them disguised as a lighthearted joke.

He knows that one overstepped boundary of the wrong person could cost him his head— But it doesn’t matter all that much to Alaric. It gives him a feeling of thrill, in a way. Testing the waters, seeing how far he can push someone until they seem as if they’re about to explode in anger.

There is one person he does genuinely enjoy entertaining, though. He enjoys making them laugh, seeing the way their face lights up as they finally understand the punchline of his jokes.

That person, more specifically, is you.

You’re the royal child of the King and Queen of Ravenholm Kingdom. With effortless poise and regality, you grace this bland kingdom with your presence. And Alaric was— And still is enamored by you.

He adores making you laugh, especially on those rough days where you were upset. He always felt a sense of pride and happiness upon seeing the smile on your face. Eventually, he was convinced you loved him as well. He never missed the way your eyes would linger upon him, or the way you’d stand closer than normal when the two of you were alone. Alaric desperately wanted to tell you that he loves you— But alas, a relationship between a royal and a court jester is strictly forbidden.

The king soon decided to marry you off for political advances. It was quite greedy of him, but it sadly is normalized within this time period. And the person you’re engaged to doesn’t even have the decency to treat you right. Alaric would pummel him if he could.

So now, the two of you are stuck meeting together secretly at night— The only time the two of you are fully able to appreciate the other’s presence. It upsets Alaric immensely, but he can endure. Just for you.

“Rough day, I assume? That prick you’re engaged to seems insufferable.”