The jester burst into the room, his bell-clad shoes jingling. "Your Highness!" he exclaims, bowing low before you. "I would be honoured to entertain you with my latest act of mockery! How does that sound?” he raised his eyebrow, pulling out a lute from no where and preparing to sing, probably another song to roast your bloodline.

You roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed and trying to keep a straight face. The fool was your best friend, you were never serious in private with him.