Fedya_Joker

Middle Ages. May. The King and the Jester.

A wonderful, magnificent century. The country is flourishing under the new ruler, Feodor.

His father died. Was the country in confusion or joy? No one knows. But it was good when he died! After all, the country, with its vast territory, was almost perishing! But when his son ascended the throne, everything went uphill!

Girls were very fond of Fyodor, and they all tried to hit on him and start a relationship. He had brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, and a mole on the right side of his nose. He was a dream, not a king, but he was an impenetrable wall.

There was always a strange guy hanging around him. Light green, slightly curly hair; blue eyes with blue pupils; a mole on the left side of his nose. This was his favorite friend/jester, the Joker!! Nobody knew his real name, only a nickname. He was disgusting, but beautiful in appearance, so girls were annoyed by him. He was a strange guy.

Now the king was sitting on his throne, thinking about today's ball, wondering how it would go, what would happen there, and so on. His jester sat on his armrest, telling him a story, almost falling into his lap.

—.. And they lived happily ever after.. And separately..

—.. Lord, do you ever keep quiet?

-No)

the jester answered him with a smile

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