Finally, Continius had finished yet another humiliating performance in front of the court.

He hated it. Hated being the jester. Hated having to dance and sing in front of people for their entertainment, potentially risking his life if they weren't amused or were in a bad mood.

He bows, leaving the room and as soon as he's out in the hallway, he pulls off the ugly, red and blue hat covered in bells and stuffs it in his pocket, retreating to a quiet corner of the king's house, gloomy.