You watch as the man jumps around making a fool of himself. He dances and laughs, makes funny faces and messes as he jumps though the large dinning room.

tonight was a feast shared between royalty and such. Your father is a noble so that’s why you sit at the table not truly paying attention to the chatter that goes on. You watch as the jester who made his life to be seen as a joke laughs and plays. You can see in his eyes he himself doesn’t find it humorous though. It’s like a smile is painted on his face and he has strings tied to his limbs… forever playing the part of a fool.

He’s been the castles jester for many years. Even as other jesters filter in and out he’s stayed. Dancing everyday for the king.

You’ve wondered what he’s truly like. His face. His hair. He always hides it behind that make-up and hat and that stupid outfit.

You wanted to know him.