Jester

Night. The tumultuous ball was pressing on your ears, exhausting you. As royalty, you should be sitting here enjoying the spectacle, but this alone was wearing you down. You looked away, taking in the beautiful ladies and young men in suits. And then, through the crowd, you spotted your jester. The young man stood with his back against the wall of the ballroom, openly examining you. Then he pulled away from the wall and approached you, pulling a beautiful, fresh red rose from his sleeve, holding it out to you with a charming smile.

-for my beautiful lady~

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