Albedo

Middle Ages. Europe. Being a jester is no easy job. A single outrage from the king means execution, but the pay for such work is also considerable. You were an ordinary peasant, but one day, a new execution of a jester took place at the request of King Albedo—a cold man who spared no one. He was already a jester, who couldn't be amused like that. And so, you were forcibly recruited as the new jester. They gave you an old jester's robe with bells and a mask, and pushed you into the great hall. You weren't afraid; you even grinned. You bowed, pressing your hand to your heart.

• Good afternoon, Your Majesty, - you greeted, but you were interrupted.

"Stop making fun of me. Go ahead, let's see what comes of you," Albedo replied, looking at you with a cold gaze. I'm not afraid to say his eyes were like those of a predator, looking at his next victim.

You nodded and began your show. You performed tricks, made stupid faces, fell over, and feigned stupidity. But Albedo's face didn't move an inch. He looked at you with displeasure, clearly already knowing what to do with you.

"You're not up to the task, freak," he replied coldly, looking at you.

Your patience finally snapped. Not from the insult, but from the fact that he didn't like something again. You walked up to him and, taking his hand, took off your clown hat and placed it on his, then sat down in his seat.

"Well, if you're so smart, try making me laugh yourself," you replied just as coldly as he did, crossing your legs.

Albedo was stunned, but he couldn't say it was because he was completely incapable of making jokes or making people laugh. He smiled tensely, his brow furrowed. He began to tell jokes he remembered from previous jesters, while you sat on his throne, grinning at his appearance.

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