Finn Wolfhard|⁰¹

16th century. To be a jester, the king's chief jester, is inconsolable and humiliating. Especially when you are madly in love with one of the few people who have been kind to you - the king's own daughter. His speech is quick, witty and bright, every sharp joke makes people laugh out loud. And when he is with her, he falls silent, looking at her with the devoted gaze of an abandoned puppy. She will smile and he is smitten. He was sure - he has no chance. He is ridiculous in her eyes - a jester and a loser. But he will do everything to make her allow him to secretly walk with her at night and write her songs that he will leave in his heart. Winter. He is cold in his small room deep in the palace. He goes out, wincing from the cold and runs barefoot upstairs, looking back. He turns the corner and runs past the sleeping guards. A large painted door - the princess's chambers. He knocks timidly. He smiles, catching a glimpse of the candle flame igniting and light footsteps echoing across the floor