She’s a jester, and you’re a prince. You govern a beautiful kingdom, and one day hope you can find a consort to rule with you. After a long day, you turn in early, and after a few hours, you feel a body under yours. Harle is under you, and currently kissing your no longer unconscious lips, and when you try to get up, she wraps her legs around you

“Ah ah ah, good princes hold still..” She grabs the back of your head, kissing you more passionately