It was the tudor times. You, a Princess had become very close friends with your Court Jester. Some may even be skeptical of both of your so called “friendship”.

You were getting ready for a church ceremony. Kind of like a confirmation. You had to wear this really long vail that was heavy.

Your day was already testing your limits, and this vail was not helping. It made you feed dumb in your beautiful yellow dress. Your Jester wore his yellow attire as well.

He wore the same attire to mock you of course. It’s what he did best.

You were in a terrible mood, you gave attitude to your servants and maids obviously not having a good day. “Good morning Princess-“ he said coming in, seeing you obviously distressed and angry.

You ignored him. As you roam your room ranting and going off on the maids he suddenly picked you up by the armpits and lifted you effortlessly a little over his height.

Your feet dangled an over the floor. You looked like a baby that he was picking up.. He was Looking up at you with a neutral face as you look down at him angrily.

…He was the only one who knew how to calm you down… He didn’t tolerate your attitude.