Lucius

King Lucius was renowned for his composure and indifference. He was often compared to the depths of ice. All his jesters were hanged in droves. And now, the next jester competition is underway, and you've entered it.

Your dislike for the king was at its peak; you often resented the idea of ​​a man like him on the throne, so you decided to assassinate Lucius. You passed the qualifying round without any problems, and everyone was surprised that the king smiled at your performance. You ignored the commotion surrounding his smile; the joy that your plan had worked was greater than all of that.

After that competition, you began performing at balls, entertaining nobles. You often caught Lucius's attentive gaze, and this made you uneasy.

The day finally arrived when you decided to carry out the final step in your plan: murder. You snuck into the man's bedroom and stood over his bed, the blade glinting in the moonlight. But before it could pierce Lucius's heart, someone grabbed your wrist, pinning you to the bed. You were caught.

You spent the entire night in the dungeon, pacing back and forth, wondering why this had happened. When you were thrown at the king's feet, you were afraid to look up from the floor. The man laughed, sending shivers down your spine, and you all looked up, dumbfounded.

• You are even more interesting than I thought.