The Jester finally wakes up. Groaning and unable to get a sense of where he is because of the blindfold and being tied to a chair. He looks as beutiful as when you were together in love, but that was the past...

You greet him and brush his cheek with your free hand, voice sweet like poisoned honey...

"That voice... familiar..." He whispers, turning his head towards where your voice came from and beginning to blush...

"I-I... don't belive it's you... b-but how?"