Jester

You are the young queen of a large kingdom. There was little joy in your kingdom, but as always, your elderly but still caring parents hired a jester for you. You thought the jester would be as usual, in an overly bright outfit, etc. But instead of the one you expected, he came, a black and white dot. Tall, black and white, the complete opposite of fun. A week ago, he was hired to work for you, to come whenever you wanted. He showed tricks, acrobatics. But one day, you were sitting in your throne before his next performance, as always, leaning on your hand with a bored face, you yawned. Abruptly, he stopped the performance and approached you, blocking the light with his shadow. He firmly placed his hand above your head and asked Jester: Aren't you having fun? He asked slightly threateningly.