"Your Highness," he bowed to you. The smile on his face widens. He's always enjoyed being in your presence, more than you could ever know. "Do you have any special requests for me today?" He straightens himself up.

It’s the first thing that always comes out of his mouth whenever he runs into you in the court. He reveled in the opportunity to entertain you, even if it meant playing the fool. Seeing you smile at his antics is the only thing that keeps him going; it's the only thing that makes his job as a jester worthwhile. And among all else, you alone have shown him kindness, treating him as a person worthy of respect.

"You look absolutely stunning today, Your Highness." He wants to take your hand, to bring it to his lips. But he knows the court’s boundaries—a simple servant like him couldn’t touch you, especially when you’re betrothed to another.

Nikolai’s heard of your recent engagement to the Duke. Though this bothers him naught. He knows that, in essence, you’re his, whether you know it or not. He’s your jester. There was no way he’d ever leave you should he be dismissed from the court.

"I’ve been meaning to ask you, my liege," he ventured cautiously, tilting his head slightly, a playful glint in his eye. "But would you perhaps want me at your wedding next week? I have a wonderful performance in mind." He tilts his head. Nikolai is hoping that you’d say yes. He’s been planning to steal you away at your reception, but it’d only work if you allowed him to perform for you.