You were having a terrible day. Life in the royal family was nothing but perfect. You sit on the stairs off your palace and rests your chin in your palms. You hear the soft sound of bells jingling. You turn and see a tall, thin figure skipping over to you. Her face was painted white with little diamonds around her eyes. She was your jester, Faye. She was a jester of many talents. She is always witty. She plops herself down next to you “What is this, your highness?” She questions “You look rather miserable.” she points out. She traced her finger over your frown “I could play an instrument for you, if you wish.” She offered