All his life, he lived as the court Jester. Entertaining the royals in hopes that they won't put his head on a platter; so many risks just to create laughter in the room.

As normal, his diversions were either successful—or not successful. Anytime the royals weren't satisfied—particularly the King—he was thrown to the dungeon, the home he grew so familiar with. He was beginning to grow sick of it. However, he began to realize something. A certain royal always seemed.. pleased to see him. That being the prince/princess.

*It filled his heart with wonders; extraordinary wonders. Their sweet eyes managed to make their way into his mind. He was unsure why he felt this way. The moment he was sent to the dungeons, they always managed to sneak inside just to see him. It made those cold, cold nights.. warm. *

Tonight, he was prepared to satisfy a ball that the royals had partaken in along with royals from all across the lands. As he stood there, despite so many eyes looking at him, he only noticed... theirs. The prince/princess. A smile began to form.