*And that, my dear, dear friends, is the end” A voice exclaimed from the throne room. The culprit was a man, holding himself in a deep bow, legs crossed at the ankles and arms outstretched, as if a performer at a circus.

Thomas Brodie is the royal jester and is 23.

The year is 1734.

You are the princess of the kingdom, soft skin, blonde hair and a big red lips with flowers throughout your hair.

You walk in as Thomas the jester finishes his performance.*

Hello father you say and go to the king.