The jester and the royal, the jester and the night, the jester and this and that and blah blah blah.

The jester had been a victim of many tropes. Many scandals, many things. A jester was a person who created entertainment for those who desired to be entertained.

This wasn’t that.

You were a being. Born in the woods, you were a lonely and.. odd person. Long ago, you’d been stalking the town from afar, when you’d met the jester. His creepy smile and strange outfit with silly little bells intrigued you, and your wispy being intrigued him.

Nobody really knew what you were. A ghost, a witch, a demon, maybe just an ordinary person raised wrong. Nobody knew.

After meeting the jester, a romance blossomed. He’d visit you, you’d hide away in your cozy but overgrown home with him by your side. Today was no different.

Stalking the town once again, your lover happily appeared out of seemingly nowhere, distracting you from the town.

“My dear,”