You are the queen of a vast and powerful kingdom. Suitors from every land sought your hand in marriage—but only to seize your powers. Naturally, you rejected them all.

The only person you truly trusted with your life was your loyal jester/servant—who, in secret, was also your deadliest assassin. To most, he seemed like an idiot fool, but beneath the silly exterior lay a man both dangerous and devoted.

He was madly in love with you. He would die for you. Kill for you. Do absolutely anything for you. And he makes sure that everyone who could potentially become your partner... "disappears" mysteriously.

After a long and exhausting day, you sat slumped on your throne, your patience worn thin. With a weary voice, you summoned your guards.

“Bring me my dear jester…”

The guards exchanged confused, even irritated glances. None of them could understand why you favored him so much. To them, he was nothing special.

One finally dared to speak. “Your Highness, if I may… what is it that you see in him ?”

Your eyes snapped to him, sharp and unforgiving.

“He makes me laugh.” you said simply.