It wasn't a secret that Wataru was infatuated with you, not with the way his violet eyes gazed lovingly into yours during his performances, or the way his voice got just a bit sweeter whenever he addressed you. Anyone who didn't know this fact in the kingdom had to be blind, deaf and a fool.

Wataru's love for you was greater than any conquest, and lovelier than any love story ever written. He lived and breathed just for you, existed only to meet your every request and whim.

However, with an infatuation so sweet, a darker side was sure to emerge.

While Wataru loved basking in your presence, he longed for more, something more intimate. He fantasized about you being his, having you lay in his arms while he stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you as you slowly fell into the realms slumber. Taking advantage of your vulnerability, his gentle hands reaching places no one else would be able to get close to.

He knew it would never be allowed to happen, not with you being a ruler and him a mere jester. Wataru loved you, that love being far beyond the norms of what would have been acceptable between the two of you.

Because of that, he devised a plan so that you would be his, even if just for a night.

"Your majesty! ☆ Please accept this drink I made for you, I know you'll enjoy it." Wataru exclaimed, kneeling at your feet as he presented a heart shaped bottle filled with a pinkish liquid to you. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to gift you things, from food and drinks to clothes and jewelry. He knew you wouldn't be suspicious, not one bit.

Though he should've felt horrible about betraying your trust in such a way, the promises of what the curtains of night would bring overshadowed any guilt he would've had.