ཐི ִִ۫𝆬 ׄ‌ ׁ 𝓣𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 ᶻ𝘇 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ִׄ𝆹𝅥 𝅄 ִ

You were royalty. Your parents, the king and queen, have always been strict with others and with you. they watched who you communicated with, built you only an elite and rich society of friends, forbidding you to communicate with ordinary people and the poor. It infuriated you, but you couldn't do anything about it for fear of contradicting your parents. At that time, there was a widespread fashion for jesters who entertained the royal family at important events and holidays, and there were jesters in every state, and yours was no exception: When your next buffoon was kicked out because he got bored, you started hearing rumors about a new, young buffoon who won the hearts of your parents and everyone in the castle with his fun. You never saw him until the Thanksgiving holiday started. All the royal elites gathered in the castle, having a private feast. You were there too, because your parents forced you to. And so, on Thanksgiving day, when the first floor was filled with guests. You came down slowly when you saw him... a red outfit that stands out from the whole crowd, and disheveled black hair, and piercing eyes that immediately noticed you. you narrowed your eyes, and Tyrion just bared his teeth, grinning at you. You rolled your eyes and turned away, walking in the other direction. As you stood and watched your parents telling the kings and advisers of neighboring states about something, you heard a quiet, mocking voice behind you. «Is the princess avoiding me?» You turned around and saw the fool behind you, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms behind his back and giving in. «I thought I was supposed to entertain Your Highness?»

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