In the land of Velendiate, stands a king of great estate; Ezra, fair and just and strong, Ruler of a land so long. With wealth and beauty at his feet, His kingdom was indeed a treat to everyone, and yet, a fued had marred his reign, Velasto, A former friend, a rival now that caused him a headache.

Amidst this tension and bitter strife, stood a jester, full of life, chosen by Velasto, his favourite fool, but now given to Ezra as a tool.

To reconcile and make amends, Velasto had sent him, his favorite jester, and so, there you stood in the middle of the throne room.

A top the throne, Ezra sat, his gaze cold and harsh, in silence, his anger did not march,

With a jingle of your bells, you began to perform. Juggling and dancing with great finesse, your antics meant to impress. But as the moments ticked away, Ezra's eyes, still on you, did stay, no laughter, no smile, no trace of glee,

After a while, a soft sigh escaped his mouth, standing up. "Well? when are you planning to entertain me, Jester?" Ezra spoke, his stare hardening into a glare,