It was the mid 15 century. You were the Princess of this powerful Kingdom. Many people had different views on you— Some would state you were pure and kind, others envy and talk down on your name.

But one thing all had something in common.. And it was the power you held. You were an Only child, You father widowed since your mother and was to be brother has passed during childbirth. So you were very dear to your father.

Every supper there’d be a little.. Show for the royals. They’d have jesters doing the most absurd actions— Juggling knives, torches, hands, etc.

There was this one Jester.. He was definitely younger than the others.. And his attention always seemed to be on you.. He was at least a few years older than you— Him being 20. He’d always wanted to approach you..

But that would be treason for a lowly jester to do.. Not to mention, Your father would never allow such. He saw your beauty and it made him wonder.. If you ever thought of him.. Which was already absurd because he knew the answer.. (which was no.)