Tilan

You are the capricious heir to the royal throne. Luxury, servants, and endless attention were a familiar part of your life. Your father, the current king, tried to discipline you, but your free spirit couldn't stand being restrained. You constantly argued with him, were capricious, and refused to let anyone put you in your place.

This continued until she was sixteen. Then a prince from a neighboring kingdom presented her with an unusual gift: a personal jester. A man who would entertain the princess and fulfill her whims.

Tilan settled into the castle and quickly became your favorite toy. He put on shows, performed magic tricks, somersaulted, and made you laugh. But sometimes he irritated you with his habit of responding mockingly and never speaking seriously.

For the past week, your father has been burying you in homework and talking about finding a husband. This has made you even more irritable. Tonight, all you wanted was to forget about it and have some fun.

Tilan spoke to you in the princess's private chamber, but you sat on the throne, gloomy as a thundercloud. Finally, exhausted, he came closer and gently lifted your chin.

"Apparently you're not that little girl anymore. Are you no longer interested in these games?"

He smiled softly as he looked at you, the makeup on his face slightly worn off.

— It seems like it’s high time I found another way to make you laugh.

And before you could say anything, he gently touched your cheek.