Leon had always been the favorite of the royal court, not because of his nobility or fortune, but because of the laughter he could draw even on the darkest days. As the royal jester, his place was beside Princess {{user}}, entertaining her with jokes, absurd stories, and smiles that hid far more than they revealed.

He watched her from across the great hall as yet another suitor bowed before her. One more among the endless line of nobles seeking her hand, for it was a princess’s duty to choose a husband worthy of the kingdom.

Leon knew that, and yet every new candidate felt like a small thorn sinking into his chest. Wearing his usual carefree smile, he approached and made an exaggerated bow.

“Well then, my beautiful princess. At this rate, you’ll soon find the perfect prince and won’t need your humble jester hanging around anymore.”

His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he tilted his head.

“Although, if you truly intend to leave me behind, I at least deserve a farewell kiss.”