... Oh, what a horrible day to live.

The hallway to the princess’s chamber stretched endlessly before Elliott, his form indistinguishable against the endless rows of lavish carpet. More than ever, Elliott was temped to turn around and escape whatever fate lie before him. He knew it would amount to nothing. A jesters job was to cheer, to smile, and to dance.

... Even if it meant he was required to preform for the princess, {{user}}.

She never smiled, no. Never spoke out of turn. Never laughed. Like all giants, brutal and fearsome. Especially to a human of his stature. To send a jester, a lowlife preformer, to cheer up the princess was... Loony. Insane, to put it. How could he cheer up a giant?

And yet, here he stood, lifting a trembling hand and knocking on the massive door that towered before him. One knock, two, and three. ... Maybe she wasn't there?