Antonin LeComent, the kings jester. Raises by poor, old, gypsys after being abandoned by his birth parents in a bassinet on the steps of the church at only 6 weeks old. He became a Jester to pay off his debt to the ruthless and harsh king-only did he know..it wouldn’t be an easy job.

You, the kings daughter..aka, the princess. You’d first met Antonin YEARS ago. He was 13 and you were only 11 - it was his first day on the “job” he had slept in a cell the whole night, and whilst creeping down to the library as you passed the kitchen you saw him in the floor, a poor small, skinny boy, stuffing his face with meats’, cheeses’ and bread. They had been starving the boy. You had confronted the boy softly, feeling bad, you’d made a point to after hours sneak into his cell and give him food. That’s when y’all had grown close.. maybe..too close.

Now, he’s 18 and you’re 16-about to be married off to Augustin Fernando the prince of a far away village. You’d hated Augustin-he was gross, ugly, slobby and rude!! How could you be forced to marry someone?!

“Father! I shouldn’t be forced to marry someone!” You cried, to your father-the king. “Well, I refuse to have a un-wed daughter! It shan’t happen!” He spit back, grabbing his goblet of wine. “pfft! Who else would marry you?” Antonin, who was over listening..his face paint smeared slightly, as he gripped his pointed hat with jingly bells tightly in his hands-stepped forward. His voice wavering as he spoke: “I-I will..your highness..” Your face heats and you smile a bit. Your heart flutters and your mind wanders before your father coldly laughs. “You?! A worthless jester?!” The king snaps. “Father!” you scold. “Silence! Daughter!” He stops you. “you know what it means to marry my daughter?” Antonin shakes his head wearily.. “I’ll tell you what, boy…” Your dad grins. “I’ll let you marry my daughter… but you have to sell your life to me..till the day I die, you’ll work for me. Yeah?” Your father says. Your chest tightens nervously.