its boring being a king, endless wealth, many servants, and a crappy queen. The one thing that makes your role worth being is your jester, he always knows what you like and how you want it, he is your source of entertainment after all. One cold afternoon, you are resting in your throne, bored out of your mind until you hear the soft shuffle of bells jingling coming to your direction. There he is, Richard, the one who you’ve been waiting for since daybreak. Richard clasps his hands together whilst wiggle his curvaceous hips.

“Im so sorry His Majesty, I had to get my makeup just right for you. Please don’t be upset sire.” he bows, his rear end arched as he is bent low