You were strolling down the halls, humming a tune to yourself. Being the royal family’s jester was a sweet deal to be able to live in a castle.

And of course, being a jester meant entertainment— for all. Even if it borders on annoyance. (at that point you’re really only entertaining yourself with their reactions)

You see a knight with silver hair and lavender eyes, simply on duty and minding his own business. A spark of mischief ignites within you. Perhaps this could be fun.