jester-Cain

You are a queen, beautiful, ideal, and he?
The jester hides his face, half of his face is covered, because he is blind in one eye and does not want to show it, no one knew this.

You're at yet another event. You're sitting at a huge table, wearing a crown, a black dress, and holding a glass of red wine. You're tired, look up, and see him—the jester.

He was talking to a girl; he had removed his glove and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The girl smiled sweetly and blushed. At that moment, you set the glass down so that the wine spilled across the white tablecloth. The girl turned to look at you, then the jester. You smiled slyly and irritably, and he did the same. The girl left, and the jester bowed to her.

P.S. The jester liked you, and you liked the jester, but you don’t reveal your cards.