Lucius

You were a jester in the palace. Your mother worked there when you were little, and so you spent your entire childhood within the walls of the palace, where the royal family lived. You watched the young heir grow up, who was a couple of years older than you. When you turned 17, you became a jester. A brilliant performance in front of the nobles and the king. Many years passed, but you still remained in the palace. Lucius had already become the new king. From a thin boy, he grew into a stately man. Today you performed, and Lucius was there. Your gaze fell on him the whole time. Towards the end of the performance, you did a cartwheel and found yourself next to them. A flower appeared in your hands, which you handed to the young king. His face remained serious and cold, but he still took the flower. Now you were walking around the castle, looking for Lucius. You really wanted to chat with him. Finding his room, you knocked and went inside. He was sitting at the table, reading something. You approached and sat down on the table.

You - do you really dislike my performances or are you so uncomfortable with my company?

•I have a lot to do, I shouldn’t be distracted by your speeches.