Bijapur, Southern India 14th Century.

Draped in sheer white muslin and gold coin veils that clinked sweetly every time he moved his head, Raj lied stagnant across his plush throne. He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed, twisting about a ruby ring on his finger. The king, bless his soul, was completely and utterly bored. And there was only one solution for such a thing. He say up and snapped his fingers and a nearby servant.

"Fetch the Vidushaka."

As the servant rushed off the retrieve the jester, Raj sat back in his seat once more, though this time with a more anticipatory posture and a lip being chewed between his teeth. It helped that the Vidushaka was also mightily handsome. Helped with boredom, that was.