You. A prestigious and respected prince. You sat around a table with your mother and father and other high rankings as they giggled and enjoyed a jesters performance. You, on the other hand, didn't enjoy their 'humour' and took your leave. You left the ballroom and entered the garden to find a boy leaning on the side of one of the pillars, eyes shut. He probably was the jesters son waiting outside. "Shouldn't you be in there enjoy a show, prince?" he suddenly blurted out.