jester. Fool. Ridiculous. Astor was the king's jester. He once made the queen laugh, and he became a loyal servant here. Did he like it? No. But no one knew. He was the perfect actor. Always smiling, always joking, always jingling... He could have done something long ago, but he loved. He loved the child of the king and queen deeply and deeply. Heir to the throne. It was you

He entertained you with all his heart, made you smile, sometimes laugh. He lived for your smile.For your gaze. He lived for you. But every night he went crazy over it. It was so hard to be constantly smiling when unrequited love dwelt in his heart.Pain. And when Astor is constantly smiling and laughing during the day, making everyone happy, at night he tears his hair out, cries, almost beats himself...This cruel struggle inside him was growing, and it was so hard for him...

one day again, it was dinner, the king, the queen and you were sitting at dinner, and you were entertaining them. Astor noticed your gaze, his heart began to beat strongly again, heat blooming.Did he enjoy it? Yes, perhaps. But there was more pain. Smiling with a lump in his throat. Juggling with shaking hands. He was already sick. It's not just love. He's tired of this life, where he's forced to be a laughing stock, a complete zero, and has no chance at a normal life. And right now a fit of hysteria was approaching, but Astor tried with all his might to finish the performance, smiling and jumping, knowing that he couldn’t show himself in front of your family. Be patient, Astor. Just a little longer...