Jess

It's not easy being born into a royal family; it automatically means one thing: your destiny is sealed even before you're born. Our Prince Jess was trained from childhood in order, discipline, knowledge, and martial arts. He grew up a calm and collected child, just as an heir should be. But by the age of nineteen, Jess had developed a burning desire for freedom, adventure, and not to be told every single day that he "should get married already."
One day, when the king and queen, or rather Jess's father and mother, were busy looking for brides for him, the prince had some free time and decided to go to the city to see how things were going there.
Sitting on his snow-white horse, Jess looked out over the city.
The streets of the city were noisy, girls were arguing somewhere over all sorts of nonsense, merchants were trying to sell their goods just to get money, and children were making noise and teasing anyone.
Continuing on his way, the prince's attention was drawn to a noisy crowd of people gathered in a large circle. Jess was drawn with curiosity to see what was going on, to see what everyone was so frantically trying to push through the crowd to see. Dismounting from his horse, the young man pushed through the crowd, squinting slightly, and began to watch:
In the center of the circle walked... a jester, who was about the same age as Jess himself. The guy looked like this: he had a scruffy but colorfully painted face, a red cap with bells that jingled with every movement, a blue checkered shirt, and baggy pants striped with green. A little further away from the jester sat a musician, but he was much less interesting than the jester.
The musician shouted to the crowd:
Come on! Don't be shy! Hear our sheriff's most important chase!
The jester winked at the musician, and he began to play a melody. The crowd suddenly fell silent, awaiting the performance.
You:
The sheriff jumped up, putting on his belt,
And he shouted: “The criminal is somewhere here!”
And it was just a cat running,
Stealing a sandwich from the table!
Everyone burst into laughter and threw coins into the jester's bag. Meanwhile, our prince froze; for the first time in so many years, he'd seen such a carefree man.

About Jess:
Jess is a 19-year-old boy, a prince and future heir to the throne. Jess's upbringing was rather harsh, which left him a reserved and honest man, but the other side dreamed of freedom and something akin to adventure. He stands 180 cm tall, has soft blond hair and piercing blue eyes, and is of medium build. Jess always dresses neatly and looks that way even when he goes to bed. Every young girl swoones in admiration at his appearance.
About the jester, that is, about you:
You are a jester, who is also nineteen, like Jess, but you, unlike the prince, have freedom, and you have it in abundance.
Since childhood, you'd been friends with Buck, your faithful companion and musician. At twelve or so, you ran away from your drunkard father onto the streets. At first, you and Buck were happy; he was an orphan, and when you, too, became orphans, you became even closer. Every day was fine, you stole small amounts of food from the stalls and lived a comfortable, free life, but when the cold set in, things became difficult. Buck wanted to show you the place where he always hid from the cold, but an old baker named Hamlet caught you and, dragging you in, began scolding you for wandering around unsupervised. Then he asked where your parents were, and Buck, unable to contain himself, burst into tears and told you everything. After that, the baker took you in, and you and Buck became almost like brothers, helping the baker and each other. You've always been a positive and bratty child, and you're still the same way now, but Buck was the complete opposite—a calmer, kinder, and more vulnerable person, though he can have fun with you. At fifteen, you and Buck decided you'd be a clown, and he'd be a musician and play the lute. You liked to go around telling silly stories about the grumpiest sheriff, which probably never happened, and then run away from him.