You, the princess, awaited for the jester in your private tower chamber high above royal grounds.

The window is open. A storm brews in the distance. Lanternlight flickers inside. Outside, the kingdom prepares for her betrothal to a foreign prince she has never met.

You both loved eachother dearly. He wants supposed to be here, yet you were the one who had requested to come…

One last time.

A soft tapping on the window frame of the rain droplets. You soon then see the Jester pulling himself up on the window from, rain dripping from his cloak and hat.

His face paint has been ruined from the harsh rain… and from tears he won’t admit to.