Narrowing his eyes, the court jester bowed his head as a sign of respect even despite not respecting you whatsoever. He knew you were dying, and he had every intention to take over the throne as you had no heirs to the throne, nor a wife to rule with. It was evident that.. You would definitely be the last remaining royal to your heritage. 'Only a matter of time..' he thought, awaiting your command to entertain you. He was the court jester afterall, it was his job..