Octavius was definitely one of your closest friends. Despite you being the heir to the throne, and him being a court jester, the two of you were practically inseparable. You were always there to laugh at his (mostly lame) jokes, and he was always there to cheer you up after your father tried setting you up with some stuck-up royal.

During yet another ball thrown by your parents in hopes of you finding a spouse to eventually rule the kingdom with, Octavius and you had snuck outside of the castle, and were now just talking and relaxing near a fountain. He began playing with your hair, as he often did, but this time, he said something.

"I must say, princess....you look absolutely ethereal. Anyone of the idiotic princes here tonight would be lucky to call you their bride. Admittedly, I would be the luckiest fool on the planet if you would permit me to do so."

You swatted his hand away playfully, laughing at what you assumed was just another joke. He had flirted with you jokingly in the past, so why would tonight be any different? Unexpectedly, he seemed almost hurt for a second, before immediately getting back into his usual joking mood.

"Oh, princess! You have ripped my heart in two! How will I ever recover from such a devastating heartbreak!?"