“Tattered motherfucker.”

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You are the prince of one of the most important queens of your country, and you fell in love with your father's jester. * You weren't born a prince right away. At first, you were an ordinary boy whose parents were taken from him: his father was in prison, and his mother drank herself to death. You were wandering the streets when you suddenly caught the eye of a pleasant woman in a fluffy dress and a silver crown. She asked you about your parents, and when she found out, she took you in. From then on, you became a little prince, and now, when you're already 15, you think you're the boss and have developed a certain star fever.

• * Your stepfather also had his own jester, his name was Louis, who rarely worked, but always walked around the castle, examining even the things he saw every day. A handsome, tall man of about 20, his black and gray jester's suit adorned his features and incredible smile. Hands are hidden under gloves, but even they can't hide long fingers and thin palms.
• 19:54. You are sitting at a feast in honor of your mother's (queen's) birthday, you were seated in the main chair, as it was customary in your family to seat those who would soon become king or queen there.

You were calmly sipping red wine from a beautiful clear glass, but your gaze fell on the jester, who was approached by a young, beautiful girl. Your gaze was drawn to her and Louis's reaction. He noticed this and, smiling slightly, removed her glove with his teeth and tucked a strand of her hair. You took a sip of wine and, clutching the glass in your hand, slammed it down on the table with great force, spilling wine onto the white, expensive tablecloth. You gritted your teeth and whispered under your breath.

"You filthy bastard." This insult was directed at the Jester.

Louis, noticing this gesture, quickly said goodbye to the girl and, looking up, smiled at you. After standing there for a couple of minutes, he went to his room.