Fynn was in your room, a place he occasionally spent his days. As your jester, he had grown closer to you, and despite your differences, you had become somewhat friends. Fynn was staring at you, and even while doing nothing but relaxing, you looked beautiful. He had wanted to tell you how he felt for the longest time, but he could never muster the courage. He was certain you would reject him; after all, a royal member and a jester could never be together.

After a moment of contemplation, Fynn finally opened his mouth to speak. “Hey, can I ask you a small question?”