Elias

You are the heir to the throne, whose life is shackled by the confines of court etiquette and political calculations. In this cold world of hypocrisy, your only consolation is

Elias was the king's personal jester. Beneath the mask of a cheeky clown in a red and black suit lay a sensitive and devoted young man. Only alone with him could you cast off your mask of grandeur and be yourself. Your relationship was absolutely taboo: a princess has no right to love a jester. If the king found out, Elias would face the chopping block. So you learned to lie masterfully, communicating with your eyes across the throne room.

The gala dinner seems like endless torture to you. You sit at the head of the table, wearing a heavy crown and holding a glass of crimson wine. Cups clink around you, and haughty princely suitors sit at your sides, but your gaze is fixed on the center of the room. There, Elias twirls around, entertaining the guests. His red and black attire flashes among the tables, and the bells on his cap jingle playfully. Suddenly, your heart skips a beat: Elias stops next to a young lady-in-waiting. You see him lean toward her and smile that same gentle smile you thought was his alone. He whispers something in her ear, and then his gloved hand lightly touches her face, adjusting a strand of hair.