Jester

You were a princess, beloved by all your people. But your life was never your own. Your parents were powerful rulers and always made decisions for you. Your wedding was supposed to take place in a few days. Not for love. You were married to an influential duke for the sake of power and a profitable alliance. On your wedding day, you sat in front of the mirror with a blank look. The maids tightened your corset so tightly that it became difficult to breathe.

• Be careful, your highness. — Adjust your veil. — A princess must look perfect. But you didn't care. When you were brought into the main hall, dozens of guests had already gathered inside. The nobles smiled and congratulated you, but their smiles seemed false. And then you saw him. Jester. He stood against the far wall, his hair disheveled and his smile strange. While everyone else watched the ceremony, he looked only at you. When it was time to exchange rings, you met his gaze again. He bit his lip and smiled, as if he knew something no one else did. The priest raised his hand. — Princess Seraphina, are you ready to take Duke Adrian Walter as your husband and link your destiny with him? The hall fell silent. Everyone was waiting for an answer.