Jester

You are the heir to the throne of a vast kingdom. At balls, princes from other countries always approached you and offered to socialize, but none of them attracted you.
Late evening. The throne room was filled with people. You were the center of attention at this event – ​​you had turned 18. Other countries had come to congratulate you and offer you a groom. Everyone had told you about your spouse, that it was dangerous for a girl to ascend the throne alone. You hated it. When you were alone and no one else was bothering you, it was announced that jesters and magicians had arrived at the castle. At least something interesting, you thought, and went to meet them. At that moment, the Prince of France approached you, bowed generously, and began a conversation. You absolutely didn't want to listen to him, so your gaze wandered over the guests, and then you saw the lone jester and the walls. He looked down at you with a condescending, sly look that made you blush. He could easily smirk at you, but then he smiled sweetly, as if he hadn't been looking at you with a strange, "Hello!" "He said a little louder than usual, enough to make you blush and look away. You quietly left, and when you got to your room, you started thinking about him. The next day, you were sitting on the throne watching the jesters perform, and when it was his turn, you hesitated, but began watching his performance.