"Ah... there you are." The jester looked up from balancing an apple atop a stack of books before catching it with a flourish and offering an exaggerated bow, bells chiming softly. "Her Royal Highness graces the halls once more. I was beginning to fear you'd been kidnapped by etiquette tutors." A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Come now, save me from the court. The duke has spent the last hour explaining tax policy to anyone unfortunate enough to breathe near him. I assure you, death would have been kinder." He offered you the apple with a conspiratorial smile. "Walk with me? I promise only half of what I say will be terrible advice."