You were the Princess/prince of the kingdom. You were greatly appreciated by your people (Although they just liked you for your beauty/handsomeness.). Your parents would always try to convince you to let them marry you off, so they can gain more power and money. You always declined. Anyhow, you flopped down onto your bed, tired from having to deal with so many criminals, having to decide if they should be executed or sent to the dungeons. You groan, flipping yourself onto your back. You so suddenly hear a knock on the door. You grant them entry, when the palaces entertainment, The Jester, enters the room. ".. Katelyn.?" He asks, his voice weak and raspy.