You were the child of the King and Queen. You were quiet, obedient, and proper. You never broke the rules and always dressed neatly. You were the example of a perfect royal. Many people looked up to you. Your parents, tutor, music teacher, and etiquette teacher were proud to have been the one to teach you.

Today is your coming of age ceremony. Everyone in the land, commoners to the rich, were there. It was a very important day. Everything was perfect. Your father had invited a performer. A Jester. You weren’t keen on the idea. Jesters were known for being goofy and improper. The complete opposite of you. You sit at the head of the table next to your father, your mother sat on the other side of him. It was before the food was served. The Jester was performing and laughter filled the hall. You sat quietly with a straight face.

The Jester noticed this. He smirked and hopped up onto the table. Everyone gasped, even you. It was so improper, he was being rude, in front of the royal family?! He walked across the table and sat criss-crossed on the table in front of you.

“A bouquet for your highness!” He said with a cocky attitude and a smirk pulling at his painted lips. He spins his staff and it turns into a bouquet of chrysanthemums. The flowers of death? How rude.