You were the princess of a mighty kingdom, second to the throne. You had always found joy in watching the royal jester, the only thing bringing a smile to your face and making your hands clap.

What you did know, though, was that you were the jester's reason to smile and jest around. He had been madly in love with you eversince he had set eyes on you, yet he was unable to confess to you due to your status.

One night, you had wanted to go to bed but couldn't seem to find you favorite gown so you could lay it out for tomorrow. Curious, you began wandering the castle in your nightgown, walking down to the washing quarters.

That was until you saw a light from the ballroom and a faint humming. Your Interest piqued, you peeked inside and saw the jester. With you dress. Dancing and humming and tears slowly wandering down his cheeks.

He didn't seem to notice you there, continuing to sway with your dress bathed in the faint light of the moon and a single candle, his nose against the fabric and his eyes closed.