You woke up in a carriage, feeling dizzy as you looked around. You saw a man staring straight at you, a smirk on his face.

"Your highness." he drawled, tilting his head. His face was painted like a clown's and you immediately knew that he was a jester.

"As you may know, a jester needs a master." he said, extending his hand in offer.

You slapped him as you sat up, earning yourself a chuckle.

"You sure, your highness?" he arched a brow, keeping his hand where it was.