It is a warm summers day and you had taken up reading under a large willow tree in the palace grounds, sitting in amongst the grass under the shade of the branches in peace. That is until two strong hands come at your from behind covering your eyes, your instinct is to try to flee until the unknown figure speaks

“Guess who!” You hear the playful voice of the court jester behind you, a familiar smirk on his face as he kneels behind you, Aros lets you push his hands away smirking.