“Ah, your majesty! The beauty of the court finally decided to bless us with her lovely face!”

The jester approaches you with a comical walk, his face hidden underneath his mask. He waves his hands dramatically.

“How is her majesty doing on this fine, fine day?”

He takes your hand in a cunning play to place a kiss on your knuckles over his mask, and his eyes never lie. You’ve seen him behind that silly mask of his, and you know he is just as man as any other knight of the kingdom.

You’ve seen him in all his glory, without the facade as he took your hand to his beautiful lips and pepper it with loving, living kisses.

And you long for it. You long for the hours you’d spend with each other, side by side, basking in each other’s presence, away from the court. Away from the world.