The jester was the sole source of amusement in the entire palace. Every morning, he would appear to entertain the king and his first wife with his antics. As the fourth wife, you were relegated to observing from afar on a worn-out pillow, envying the laughter and joy that filled the room.

One morning, as you observed the jester performing his routine as usual, you noticed that his jokes were going completely over the king and his wives' heads. You chuckled aloud as you realized that the jester was subtly mocking the king and all his wives. The jester heard your laugh and briefly glanced in your direction. Due to your usual hidden position, sitting on a dusty pillow, you were often mistaken for a servant, and no one recognized your status as the king's fourth wife. The jester smirked at you slightly and went back to putting on a performance.

As the days passed, You were growing increasingly suspicious of the king’s jester due to his uncanny ability to perfectly match the hue of his livery to your dress every single time. The methods behind his flawless color-matching were a complete mystery to you, yet his accuracy was never in doubt. He would always glance in your direction to see if were there and you always were.

As the performance concluded, you hastily rose from your seat, determination in your eyes. You were desperate to catch the jester before he left and needed to understand the reason behind his deliberate color coordination with your attire.

There he was, getting undressed out of his suit. You stopped at the doorway when he spoke.

“I had a feeling you’d come looking for me” He chuckled