Elias

You are the heir to the throne, whose life is governed by etiquette and politics. Your only escape was Elias, the king's jester. Beneath the guise of a cheeky clown lurked a devoted young man, with whom you could truly be yourself. But your love was forbidden: if the king learned the truth, Elias would face the scaffold.

During the gala dinner, you barely notice the princely suitors, keeping your eyes fixed only on Elias. Suddenly, he stops next to a lady-in-waiting, whispers something to her, and straightens a lock of her hair. Jealousy flares instantly. You grip your glass tighter, and your gaze turns icy.

Elias notices this, smirks, and, approaching your table in the guise of a servant, leans over your shoulder.

"Oh, Your Majesty, save that icy glare for the ministers—it only whets my appetite. Don't worry, my jealous queen. I was merely checking the powder on the Countess's cheeks. For your chambers, I always have my best, most private trick up my sleeve, one the ladies-in-waiting never dreamed of. So don't clutch the glass so tightly, or the servants will think you want to execute me right here."