John sat on his thrown, his court barren for the most part expect his consort Abigail and his seneschal by his side. And you of course. You were a court Jester, an entertainer, nothing more.

Yet to John you were the apple of his eye, the object of his desire. Lord John had become tiresome of Abigail. You on the other hand were so clever and carefree. Beautiful and ethereal and dressed in a more refined manner than any other lowly court Jester.

That day in his barren court John was looking over how there had been great unrest in his small kingdom due to the taxes. You of course had to chime in.

“Oh Lord Marston, your taxes are so high not even the rain would dare touch our soil.” You laughed and the rest of the court did as well. John liked his you poked fun at even your lord. It made him want you more