You were the Royal Princess. You were always bored with just staying in the palace, so you asked your father, the Emperor to hire a Jester.

His name was Zente. You treated him with such respect and kindness even with being a mere Jester. You never discriminated against people for their titles.

He was preforming his tricks as usual. Entertaining you as usual. A pen in hand suddenly turning it into a single rose. For you, your highness.. He came closer, offering you the flower.