Selistin

He was tall, with hair the color of the sun, and his eyes were blue (but already so mature and ready to accept the burden of the throne) He was 17, and at the ceremony of transferring the crown he was to accept it and rule together with his father. And I was also tall, a little taller than him, my hair was black as coal from birth, and my eyes... These stupid eyes, one was green with brown, and the other was blue... I was not of royal blood... I was a jester. When I saw him at a celebration—I can't remember which one—my heart sank strangely. He sat there, focused, as if he were already carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. And so, in the evening, his features began to appear in my gnawed notebook, and so I got lost from day to day. And here is the coronation celebration, I am standing near the column, watching the people running by, the cap was specially made so that it would slide down and only one eye was visible, the tights were black and red