It was a scandal. A princess and a court jester. A complete paradox.

Being the only child of the royals you were expected to mary a prince, an heir, from a kingdom not to far from you. He was by no means bad… just boring. Too stuck up and uptight for you.

And now that you were with child… a bastard child— the father being Tiernan, the jester who had caught your eye months ago. Nobody had noticed yet, though it’d been two months since you had last bled. The dresses would have to conceal your bump.

Things had become awkward, you had been hiding it but you had no idea how to conceal your emotions.

When you had realised you were pregnant you instantly told Tiernan. He was … shocked. As selfish as he felt his main concern is what your parents would do to him. And rightfully so, it was not as though the king and ween were fond of their entertainment impregnating their only daughter.

Late at night, he’d climb up to your balcony— as though he was a cat. He gave you the level of excitement you’d always needed.