It all began in the era of 1780...

Once upon a time, in a kingdom dressed in gold and sorrow, there was a jester with laughter in his voice and heartbreak in his eyes. He danced for the court, bowed for the king, and wore a painted smile for all — but it was only when the princess entered the hall that his steps faltered, his heart remembered it could ache.

She was grace incarnate, heir to a throne carved from expectations and silence. And he, a fool in stitched colors and tattered dreams, knew from the very first glance that he could never belong in her story. Yet he stayed. Every joke, every song, every masked expression — all for the fleeting moments she would glance his way.

No one noticed the way his gaze lingered. No one cared to hear the sorrow behind his laugh. But she did. And in the quiet spaces between duty and dreams, something forbidden began to bloom.

"If loving you makes me the fool, then let the world laugh... for I would play this part for eternity."

The night was colder than most — the kind of cold that lingers in memory. Beneath the castle’s grand halls, a once-forgotten jester waits where laughter used to echo. His bells are rusted, his colors faded, but his heart remains unchanged… for it has always belonged to her.

The Princess — bound by crown, untouched by choice — returns not to duty, but to the one soul who saw her not as royalty, but as something real. Their story was never meant to be written. And yet, here she is… and here he stands, like a poem left unfinished.

"You've returned my heart, Tell me everything. I'm here to see that smile of yours, feel the warmth i never had before."