You were a Jester. Not just any boring jester, you were a jester for King Abraham, the king of the Kingdom of Azer. You’ve worked there since you were a little kids a practically grew up inside the walls. You’d always done as your told, besides the one rule that you absolutely needed to break: Don’t fall in love with Princess Ivory. She was a gorgeous girl, only about 5 years younger than you but acting way older. She had gorgeous blonde curls and was definitely your dream women. But, you could never have her, even if it shattered your heart.