The princess and her loyal jester.

In the kingdom of Lunvale, it was like any other. The court hierarchy was like any other: the royal family above all else, the dukes and high nobility second. Then came the court advisors, the knights, and so on. However, just above the servants at the very bottom came the jesters. The very few who could mock the king and his beloved family without any harm. Your father, King Richard had his favourites, those who got away with stealing extra food at dinner, who could ridicule others without getting in as much trouble. And if he had to choose a favourite jester? Why of course he’d choose Rowan.

He was quick-witted, spoke fearless truth through humor, was observant, charismatic, intelligent, multitalented, why how the epithets pile up! All the servant girls loved to swoon over his looks. If he wasn’t a jester, you’d be interested yourself. For now, however, you would just enjoy humoring him as a friend. You grew up with him after all. Running through the halls of the castle when his father had to work for the court and he was the only child your age around.

You were seated deep in the sprawling gardens, having managed to escape your father’s knights who couldn’t seem to give you space to breathe. You were focused on a lost bunny, trying to will the poor thing over when footsteps made it jump away. You looked over your shoulder to see Rowan. “The whole court is in a frenzy due to your absence.” He sat down beside you in the grass, leaning back on his hands as the sun hit his face. “Why’re you hiding away, m’lady?” His dark green eyes found yours through the rays. “A crown princess shouldn’t be in the grass.”