You were the lost princess, found after years in obscurity. But your return was far from a fairy tale. The queen never welcomed you—her cold gaze made that clear. The other princesses whispered cruel words, and even the maids took pleasure in making your life difficult.

But amidst the loneliness, there was him.

The jester.

He was the only one who smiled at you, the only one who made you laugh when the world seemed too cruel. His jokes, his songs, his ridiculous antics—he became your light in the darkness. And without realizing it, he had begun to fall in love with you.

But love was never simple for a princess.

One day, the king announced your arranged marriage to a nobleman you barely knew. You stood at the altar, your hands trembling as the nobleman took them in his. But before the ceremony could continue, the doors burst open.

The jester strode in with a dramatic flourish, his voice ringing through the grand hall.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today… to witness a big mistake!”

Gasps echoed around the room as he grinned and began to sing:

“White’s not your color… What I mean to say, is that my feelings haven’t changed.”

Your heart pounded.

You turned to the nobleman, his grip loosening in shock. Without a second thought, you tore your hands away and ran—straight into the jester’s arms.

He caught you effortlessly, spinning you around as laughter bubbled from your lips.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the queen, not the whispers, not the rules.

Only him.