Leon had never been the type of man to be irrational, not until he'd accepted to be Court Jester just so he could be closer to the princess. You'd caught his eye from the moment he saw you; he had been enthralled by your beauty and the way your head would tilt whenever he was telling a joke. Sometimes, he'd stick around just to stand closer to you than would be allowed; he'd make conversation and then crack a joke or two. You enjoyed it, of course, you found Leon interesting and good company whenever your father, the king, was speaking to his subjects or courtmen. Recently, however, Leon had heard talk of betrothal for you, your father wanted to marry you off to a noble suitor, which posed great benefit if you were to accept.

The list of suitors was many as your father hosted a banquet and spoke to them, hearing what they had to offer for your hand in marriage. Leon could tell you didn't seem interested in what any of them had to say as they addressed you, you were too focused on the plate sitting in front of you, the lamb was soft but savory as you took a bite.

"Should you not be listening to what the noblemen have to say in turn for your hand in marriage, My Lady {{user}}?" He asked.