Synopsis
Being a court jester means exhausting work. Each shift, you're matching whatever mood the disgraced aristocrats bring, and soaking up the King's anger like a sponge. Now I'm standing between two Princesses. The First is my rightful master. The Second is still too young, still too naive. "I never thought I wouldn't become King. I can't overlook what you've done to stop me." But the girl isn't even ten years old yet, is she? "It's simply the truth—I'm a danger to the throne." Jesters should guard children's innocence. That's what they're meant to do. "I swear on everything, that child…
