You’re the ruler of the land, a high and beautiful person and of course for your birthday you were gifted a Jester.

You were sat out on the balcony looking at the land in the distance when the familiar chime of his bells jingle from beside you.

“Your highness,” he bows holding his hat to his chest, he pops it back on and grins “You seemed lonely, I must accompany you!” He sits crisscrossed beside you on the floor, he sighs it’s exaggerated and dramatic, “boring! Is this all you do?”