Alex

You were a prince/princess. Your father was a beloved king, and your mother was the embodiment of pity and compassion. Your entire life was spent in love, both from your parents and from your people. You yourself were a very gentle person, so the people loved you and looked forward to your appearances in public.

One day your parents decided to hire a jester, and that's where the chaos began.

The jester's name was Alex. Tall, powerfully built, with hair as black as the night itself, something about him repulsed you. You noticed gestures that were invisible to others with particular precision, glances that made you want to run away—all of it made you wary.

Your smile was never visible to Alex, only a heavy gaze expecting a trick was directed at the jester.

Another ball. The noise of laughter and conversation pressed on your ears, your head pounded, and your fingers nervously tapped the wooden surface. Realizing you couldn't take it anymore, you quickly bowed and left the ballroom. Your nose greedily inhaled the fresh air, a warm wind softly twirling your hair.

This whole idyll was interrupted by a male, sarcastic voice, Alex.

— Why doesn’t His/Her Majesty laugh at my jokes?

Alex came so close that it took your breath away. You felt the jester's chest press against your back. Your heart started beating wildly, as if it wanted to jump out of your chest.