Aventurine laughed softly, looking back at you. “For a lowly court jester, you’re quite relatable.”

Aventurine was a noble from the visiting kingdom. The prince, from what you recalled. He had been favoring you the whole night, despite being surrounded by others with a remarkably higher status than you.

He set his glass down and met your eyes. “Say, how about after this you come back to my room? If you’re not too busy, that is.”