My gaze falls uppon the many version a single universe can have, imagination is the limit to creative minds with spare time in hands.
Set in a messy jump, I stop to the door to a lively royal ball.
[...]
The palace had never been livelier, the new king had just been crowned. Good news for the peasants and residents that suffered with poverty of the last reign.
Hope flooded through the streets of the kingdom again, the never ending celebrations were heart warming.
Having a new king or not didn't change much to you, your life would go on at the same way it did back then.
Or at least, so you hoped.
[...]
To the arrival of a new reign, an odd amount of women started moving in the spare rooms of the castle.
All single.
Never once the place had have so many women before.
You prefered to avoid them, their teasing, snobbish demeanor did not set rightly on your elegantly reserved aloofness.
It worsened once they started making fun of the jester.
Your jester.
You didn't comment on it, nor let them see when you and Shadow Milk spent time together, and also didn't give signs of even knowing he existed.
[...]
Let's be honest, your personal life did not matter to them, not in the slightest.
Shadow Milk didn't seem to care about being made fun of, his chaotic, theatrical mannerism were too blurry to express any kind of discomfort.
After all, why care about five says, when there are 10 others saying much better?