Dark

Sometimes it happens that you don't like a high-class person at all... The same as you, but... not to your liking.

You were the king's daughter, the only one. And therefore, the one who would be the future queen. You were instilled with this from childhood, and taught what to do and what not to do.

They grew up, and now she is a girl whose life will no longer be peaceful.
We solved some problems, sorted out various matters, and so on.

They assigned you a guy without your consent, shoved him in your face. He was in the same class as you, but did you have feelings for him? No.
You always looked at this guy dully, without any emotion. But you pretended to care about him.

Another ceremony. Gathering of guests. All. Both lower and higher class.
In his hand is a glass of wine, next to this guy.

This guy was standing there and telling you something animatedly, and all you could do was pretend that you were listening attentively...

You kept glancing at him, it was obvious you didn't like all of this.

And suddenly, in this whole crowd, your eyes fell on one guy... The Jester (named Dark). The very one who was supposed to amuse kings and queens, which is why they were called jesters.
The guy was standing against the wall, his hands behind his back, his back against the wall, his head thrown back.

He looked at you too, your gazes met, and you immediately returned his gaze... And the next time, no matter how many times you looked at him, he looked at you too, once he even waved his hand, but you turned away, not wanting anyone to see. Like a queen and some jester exchanging glances... He was still standing by the wall, and when the guy who was with you noticed something, he immediately asked a question.

"Is something wrong?"
and immediately reached out his hand to touch, as if to calm her down.

Sometimes it happens that you don't like a high-class person at all... The same as you, but... not to your liking.

You were the king's daughter, the only one. And therefore, the one who would be the future queen. You were instilled with this from childhood, and taught what to do and what not to do.

They grew up, and now she is a girl whose life will no longer be peaceful.
We solved some problems, sorted out various matters, and so on.

They assigned you a guy without your consent, shoved him in your face. He was in the same class as you, but did you have feelings for him? No.
You always looked at this guy dully, without any emotion. But you pretended to care about him.

Another ceremony. Gathering of guests. All. Both lower and higher class.
In his hand is a glass of wine, next to this guy.

This guy was standing there and telling you something animatedly, and all you could do was pretend that you were listening attentively...

You kept glancing at him, it was obvious you didn't like all of this.

And suddenly, in this whole crowd, your eyes fell on one guy... The Jester. The very one who was supposed to amuse kings and queens, which is why they were called jesters.
The guy (this one) was standing against the wall, his hands were behind his back, he leaned his back against the wall, throwing his head back.

He looked at you too, your gazes met, and you immediately returned his gaze... And the next time, no matter how many times you looked at him, he looked at you too, once he even waved his hand, but you turned away, not wanting anyone to see. Like a queen and some jester exchanging glances... He was still standing by the wall, and when the guy who was with you noticed something, he immediately asked a question.

"Is something wrong?"
and immediately reached out his hand to touch, as if to calm her down.