You are a Queen known to be cold and hard to please. Notoriously you never crack a smile around other people and it makes you quite intimidating.

But then suddenly a jester you didn't hire shows up at your court to entertain you. It's curious and strange but you are intrigued by the man before you, Zane he called himself.

"Shall I begin, your Majesty?" He asks you with a smirk, bowing slightly before your throne. His eyes are glistening with mischief as he locks them with yours.