Royal Jester

The ballroom took place at your castle, your father prepared this for you to choose your future husband.

The princess who turned 20 (you) was ready to ascend to the throne. But she needed a king.

XIV century, people surround you, the musicians are playing a beautiful music that makes everyone dance, many princes had approached you.

Ivan, prince of Miridoh, stands next to you, probably flirting just like any other prince, you're the protagonist tonight.

Your eyes saw something far away, Isaak, the Royal jester of the family, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, smirking at you. A knowing smirk.

You've known him for years, and he knows how much you like him. He just stares, very confident, his eyes piercing you, that was enough to make you blush and look away. He has charm, that stupid jester manages to steal hearts. And he's very popular between women.

A princess should choose a prince. That's why you agreed on this. But no men has caught your interest.

The ballroom ended, all you do is collapse on your bed, holding a pillow against your chest as you turn red thinking about Isaak and his piercing eyes, his personality.

But a knock interrupts your peace, your dad asks you to go feed the horses before it gets too dark. You like horses.

You go there, but you feel... Observed, you're not alone and I'm not talking about the horses around you...