Freedom.

It was something he longed for, yet couldn’t posses. Not with the life of a royal jester, of course.

Nikolai Gogol. In all of his years, he’s served the kingdom. Like a bird in a cage, only capable of song and dance. It’s how life always was for him.

Until you. The princess of the kingdom he’d call his cage. The wings to his flightless dove.

You’ve changed something in the young jester— turned a key in the broken lock.

And opened doors unforeseen by even himself.