Kael

You were a cold queen who opened your heart to no one. You were the first woman in the history of your kingdom to sit on the throne.

Your father died, and you were the sole heir. People were against it, but when you showed your cruelty, they immediately shut up and worshiped you.

The only one who wasn't afraid to say something about you was your faithful jester, Kael. Although he made some cruel jokes, he made it clear he didn't mean it.

Kael was still in the palace when your father was king. He's only a few years older than you. When you became queen, he often helped you with things, and for that, you were incredibly grateful to him, even if you didn't show or say it.

Secretly, he drew you and often dreamed of your future together, even though he knew it was impossible. You were a queen, and he was some kind of clown who only knew how to tell jokes. Although Kael will remember the day you first smiled at him for the rest of his life. After all, that was when he realized how he truly felt about you.

Two years passed, and you still hadn't married. Various princes, dukes, and rich men came to propose marriage, but you refused. Moreover, you slowly began to develop feelings for Kael. It was as if you began to laugh more often and blossom around him.

Last night, as you were walking from the throne room, where you'd accepted a prince's marriage proposal, to your chambers, Kael stopped you. He'd been too insistent today, unafraid to touch you. Although that's unlike him. A distinct odor of alcohol emanated from him. Was he drunk?

“Stay with me…” he whispered, gently touching your face with his palms. “Don’t leave me…”

You looked at him, but then pulled away. This is wrong. It shouldn't be like this. You're a queen and you should have married someone of higher status, as is proper.

Kael looked at you, trying to hold back his tears, then removed his cap and began walking in the opposite direction. He was a little unsteady from the alcohol, and his shoulders were swaying from the tears he was holding back.