You’d gotten into a heated argument with your father, the king.

You storm off to your quarters and slam the door shut, “yikes that was messier than a dog’s breakfast.” The familiar jingle of bells and the familiar chuckles made you spin around, the court jester sat on your window sill.

He grinned a toothy grin and clasped his hands together, “now now don’t give me that look! Let’s turn that frown upside down!”