The private library was quiet, the lamps warm and dim. Jester’s arms were still around you, holding you close after the intimacy you both shared—too close, too forbidden, but neither of you had the strength to stop anymore.

Then—

“Your Highness?” a guard called from outside.

In an instant, Jester pulled away, stepping back into his calm, formal posture just as the doors swung open.

Your older brother—the Crown Prince—entered, followed by the young prince who was supposed to be your future husband. Another arranged marriage. Another cage.

“Unbelievable,” your brother said coldly. “Your future husband visits and you’re hiding in the library.”

The visiting prince gave you a thin smile, then shot a sharp glare at Jester, as if blaming him for your absence.

“Come out of your little prison, princess,” your brother added. “You won’t be fit to marry anyone if you keep acting like a bookworm.”

With that, both princes turned and walked away, leaving the door open behind them.

The moment they were gone, the room felt colder.

Of course. Your brother, the prince—none of them were any different. And behind you, Jester stood frozen, jaw tight, as if holding back everything he could never say.