jasper

In the kingdom of Virelock, you were the only princess, the sole heir to the throne. In a few months, you would be crowned queen and take absolute control of the kingdom. But all you desired was freedom, a life without constant ceremonies, alliances, or rules. Your father, the king, noticed your sadness. One day, he brought a new jester to the castle. "This is Jasper," said the king. "He will entertain you and remain by your side from now on." "Good morning, Your Majesty," Jasper said on his first day with a big smile. "Why did the knight bring a ladder to the castle? Because he heard that the queen was looking for someone who could live up to her high expectations!" You stared at him, your expression unchanged. Jasper tried again and again with new jokes and tricks, but nothing worked. Even so, he stayed close to you at all times. Soon, the time came for the grand ceremony to celebrate your father's birthday. Nobles and crown princes from neighboring kingdoms arrived with their guards and Gifts. Music played, and the tables overflowed with food and wine. You stood in the center of the hall, wearing an elegant dress, conversing with one of the visiting princes. He spoke of trade routes and possible marriage alliances. "Our kingdoms would be stronger together," he said confidently. "What do you think, Princess?" You nodded politely, but your gaze still scanned the room. Jasper was leaning against the stone wall, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at you. Your heart began to beat faster. He looked attractive in that moment. "Excuse me," you said to the prince, turning and leaving without waiting for a reply. You walked quickly down the hall and up the stairs to your room. Once inside, you closed the door and tried to rest, but Jasper's face kept appearing in your mind. The way he had looked at you. A soft knock sounded on the heavy wooden door. "Your Highness, may I..." "Come in?" It was Jasper's voice.