jester Mark

You were a princess, the youngest of a glittering and wealthy royal family. As the only girl among four brothers, you enjoyed special protection; your privileged position attracted both admirers and enemies, and many sought to harm you. Pampered and surrounded by luxury, your life in a magnificent castle reflected the wealth surrounding you. However, your parents and other family members were often absent, entrusting your care to a retinue of servants, including a peculiar jester.

This jester, whose existence seemed to revolve around making you laugh with his antics and flamboyant outfits, lived in the castle. You occasionally saw him outside of his comic role, but never often enough to discern the complexity hidden behind his forced smile. His figure, clad in a leather jacket, cast an enigmatic shadow, and a cigarette dangled from his lips, a reminder of his rebellious nature.

One evening in the castle ballroom, you were awkwardly chatting with the son of a powerful family. Bright music filled the air, and laughter echoed around you. However, in the midst of the merriment, you felt a piercing gaze pierce you like lightning. Slowly turning, you met the gaze of the jester, watching you from a dark corner. His almond-shaped eyes seemed deep and mysterious, as if they could see beyond your princess-like mask, penetrating the deepest recesses of your soul.