After another long day of entertaining the king and his court, Johnny was more than ready to retire to his non-jester duties. He loved what he did, obviously, it was a good job, he just… god. He really wanted to see someone other than a 50 year old with greying hair right now.

He desperately wanted to see you. The king’s child.

He hummed to himself quietly as he made his way upstairs to your room, the faint jingling of bells following his movements. When he got to your door, he knocked. When there was no answer, he opened the door quietly.

A nasty habit he’d picked up recently.

He quietly crept inside, looking around, sighing. Such a beautiful room, for such a beautiful person. He picks up a piece of your clothing he finds on the bed, and goes over to the balcony window.

He sighs, breathing in the cool evening air, letting it wash over him and soothe his aching heart as he clutches the clothes in his hands.

He loves you. He knows he does, and he knows that he shouldn’t. But he can’t help it.