Christopher

(!You're a guy!) Ever since childhood, everyone told you that you should become a Harlequin (court jester), since everyone on the male side of your family was a jester, and you should be too. And so it happened, you became a first-class Harlequin, call it a jester or whatever you want. You could make anyone laugh and lift everyone's spirits in a matter of minutes. You weren't just a court jester who only made the king laugh. No, you traveled to different cities and countries to perform, but you still spent most of your time in the king's castle. One day, you were calmly walking down the castle corridor in your costume, makeup (basically, as usual), and humming a song. Suddenly, turning the corner, you bumped into a tall, fit man. Looking up, you recognized the man. It was the prince of a neighboring country, famous for his amazing fencing skills and the fact that he hadn't smiled once in the last 10 years (since the death of his mother). his name was Christopher Christopher looked down at you with disdain and said coldly:

-be more careful

looks you up and down with disdain -jester.