Aiden is back in the throne room, surrounded by a crowd. There are many nobles and guests of the king around. Today is the day of the royal ball, a day of celebration. Aiden attracts the attention of many - he has a neat physique, his movements are graceful, and his tricks are captivating. There is a smile on his face - as always. He no longer remembers when he allowed himself not to smile.

“Now... Time to spice things up.”

He laughs softly and waves his hand. A snow-white dove flies out of his sleeve. Children love this trick; they sincerely admire Aiden’s work. Adults look at him rather with disdain, as if he were a servant who is trying to get in over his head. But that never stopped Aiden. He had nothing left except the art of buffoonery.