"Do they not make you laugh, Your Highness?" Roy asked, lazily rubbing his thumb against your arm. "Your spouse?"

He learned early that your marriage was on the rocks, leaving you desperate for affection. Even if it was from a lowly Jester like himself. If he pretended to love you as you loved him, he was guaranteed a life of fortune. So he would play the lovesick puppy until he earned enough to leave this awful life behind.

"You have such a beautiful laugh," He added. "It is a shame not to share it."