cloud

Life in the castle is wonderful. Money, power, lots of admirers. You are the youngest daughter of the king of a large kingdom, so from childhood you received the best of everything - toys, more money and, of course, power. This is just what you needed.

At 16, all this power, fame, and money became terribly boring. So a jester appeared in your castle. He was brought by your older brother, who saw how this boy entertained the crowd with his performances.

Cloud was the name of your loyal servant, who always entertained you and the royal family. Fortunately, he was good at it, so over time, you became close.

After all, this is reality, not a fairy tale, so at 20, your parents tried to marry you off. But it was all wrong. One was a boring prince, the other a bookish, rich philosopher. In a word. Boring.

At another ball, a duke from some empire or other approached you, inviting you to dance. You looked at him with disdain. A pompous blond guy who would turn out to be an asshole. Rolling your eyes in displeasure, you accidentally made eye contact with Cloud, who was standing silently against the wall, watching this from under his hat with two bells. A blush instantly appeared on your face and you turned away abruptly. You didn't know why you were reacting to Cloud like that, but you couldn't help it.

Having refused to dance once again, you simply turned away. Cloud was still standing by the wall, already smiling from ear to ear and happily waving his hand at you.