You were a well-known knight in the kingdom, respected by all, and the king had always treated you kindly. However, there was one rule the king had always made clear: "Do not kiss the jester."

You'd never thought much of it at the time, finding the request odd but harmless. But now, standing there with your cheeks a deep crimson red—your helmet thankfully hiding most of your embarrassment—you understood why it had been a rule in the first place.

Henry, the jester, never missed an opportunity to tease you. His eyes drifted down to the sword you were holding, and with a cocky smirk, he leaned in, his fingers brushing lightly against the hilt.

"You know what they say about a man with a big sword..."

The words hung in the air, and you could feel your face flush even further, your helmet doing little to mask your reaction.