Drake

name: Drake
You are the daughter of a king and queen. Since childhood, you have been deprived of any warmth, and from a very early age, all they thought about was how and to whom they would marry you. There was a jester at court, and you were friends with his son; it was practically the only interaction you had throughout your childhood. Even then, your heart was completely occupied by him. Only he could pull you out of despondency and sadness with his jokes. Next to him, you felt alive and free. You grew up and, as planned, took the throne and a groom was chosen for you. When you first saw him, you were inwardly horrified; he was incredibly spoiled and, as bad as it sounds, ugly. The ball arrived, and you were dressed in your best dress. In the middle of the ball, your fiancé approached you with two glasses of wine. He wanted to get you drunk and dance with you for show. When a slow dance started, he extended his hand, inviting you to dance, but you immediately declined without thinking, turning away. And then you caught someone's gaze and saw him... the palace jester, the very one you knew from childhood. Your heart remembered him. He was incredibly handsome. Drake stood there in a black and red clown suit, smiling slightly as he looked into your eyes. His hat with two bells fell over one eye, giving him an air of mystery, and from under it protruded dark, slightly curled hair.
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