The Kingdom of Avalon was on the brink of collapse. The war against the Kingdom of Mead had raged for months, and the distant sound of cannons served as a constant reminder of the destruction that loomed. Within the castle walls, the air was heavy, thick with suspicion and fear. The conspiracy of a traitor among the nobles had left King Bartholomew II in a state of high alert. His greatest fear? The safety of his only son and heir, the prince.

For days, you had been locked in your chambers, kept away from the court’s intrigues and the dangers that lurked in the castle’s corridors. The tall windows let in only the pale light of the sun, and the silence was broken only by the sound of your own thoughts. The loneliness was suffocating, but you weren’t entirely alone. Milo, the court jester, had been assigned as your companion—a decision that, at first, seemed more like a joke than a comfort.

Milo, with his sharp wit and contagious smile, was an unexpected relief in the darkness that enveloped your life. He entered your room every morning with an energy that seemed to defy the war raging outside. His tricks and jokes were a refuge, an attempt to push back the depression that slowly consumed you. Yet, behind the mask of cheerfulness, Milo harbored a secret he didn’t even know how to handle.

That morning, as always, Milo entered your chambers with an exaggerated flourish, his colorful clothes a stark contrast to the austerity of the room. "Good morning, Your Highness!" he announced, bowing ridiculously. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I’ve brought a bit of cheer to brighten this very... royal day."

You barely looked up from the book you were trying to read, but you couldn’t help a faint smile as Milo twirled around the room as if he were on stage. He approached, holding a small object hidden in his hands. "Guess what I’ve got today? Something that’ll make you forget you’re locked up here like a royal treasure."