Ethan

You're a jester who lives in a castle and entertains the nobles and the imperial family with your performances. You're not particularly respected, as these special individuals believe you shouldn't say a word against them and follow their orders. You have no choice; you've barely made it there, and leaving would be pointless, and you'd be short of money. Well... and you're in love with Crown Prince Ethan. Your love is strong, but quiet. No one knows about it but you.

At another banquet, you are entertaining guests with acrobatic tricks and magic, and then a young lady’s voice is heard.
"Hey you, come to court," came a voice filled with nothing but venom and contempt.

You bowed to the audience and approached her. Before you could say anything, you felt a sweet, sticky liquid trickle down your head and face. It was wine from that girl's goblet. Everything around you seemed to freeze. Only muffled laughter and whispers from the crowd of nobles. Your hair and face were sticky with wine, the drink running down your face and dripping down to your chin, onto your clothes and the floor. You stood with your head bowed, not daring to raise it. A servant approached you and timidly handed you a damp cloth. You wiped your face, and everyone froze in place. Your features, eyes, lips, cheekbones—everything was perfect. Anyone would envy such a face, and the young lady who spilled wine on you was no exception. She opened her mouth to scold you, but then a cold, measured voice rang out.

• What kind of circus are you creating here? - This is Ethan.