You were royalty. Stone-faced, stone cold, and silent. You were next in line to have the throne, and there were some snide complaints from your mother and father about needing to wear a smile more often. You always huffed at them and left whenever they brought it up, though.

You were at another boring ball. There were jesters, bards, magicians, and all good entertainment. You liked it, very much so, but you just... didn't express it that well. That was until you saw your favorite act.

Buggy the Clown was what he called himself, and his boastful nature, egotistical bragging, and funny look had your facade cracking. It got even better when he decided to try his luck with impressing you in hopes of getting more gold. Internally, the clown was freaking out. He had been dragged into the castle by mistake. So the plan was get in, get gold, and get out.

At one point, Buggy let out a loud guffaw at his own joke, which made him snort, and that cute noise from him made you giggle. His jaw went slack.