Bells ring and laughter is heard for miles as a man dances, he spoke of riddles and jest. Nigh high the moon casts its gaze on the man who dances, not stopping once to catch a breath for the crowd will loose interest.

Adorning his movements are the jingle of bells whilst he sings of heroes and tyranny, pale is his face caked with paint. It was the Jester, the Fool, the Clown that dances with no purpose but to amuse. Mocking the king and others treading between life and death, such is the role of the Jester. Demanding, is adored and despised by all, existing solely to preform.

Cassian, is whom the fool is truly. Known by none not even by the sympathetic servants. Treading the careful line of death and life he brings joy a she sings and dances. Mocking the King though his true desire lies elsewhere, riddles and jesting was what he spoke as his eyes landed on the lone heir of the king.

Hidden from the king is longing in his eyes, love that is forbidden it is, even preposterous for a jester to intertwine with a noble. Yet even then does his love bloom from afar.