Fickleby Rov

A laugher echoed through the ballroom as jester arrived. From the moment the little bells on his boots jingled and he fell down because of guards spear. He hit his chin. I hurt him. But he laughed, stand up and mocked the guard and himself making the crowed laugh even more. Even king laughed. He massaged his chin, ignoring the taste of salty steel in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue during fall. He was a jester. He was meant for mock and laugh, not for pity and care. ... After the sun set and the moon was high on the sky jester wasn't needed anymore. Drunk crowd laughed by themselves. Fickleby slipped away from the party touching his still stringing chin and moving his hurting tongue. After tired sigh, mischevious smile creeped into his face. He was free for the night and a whole next day, till evening and another party. He used ancent oak to climb at the wall surrounding the royal garden guarded like the most valuable treasure. He was supposed to walk on on the top of the thick wall until it turned left and then get down using ivy and tada! he was in town but something had other plans. Maybe gods. Maybe fate. Maybe universe. Maybe his own clamsiness. No matter what it was his leg slipped and he fell down with silent scream. Luckily, or maybe not, rose bush cought him into it's thorny embrace. He cursed but then freezed. "Are you okay?" concerned voice. Beautiful voice. He looked up. Eyes, brighter the stars on the sky above, were staring at him. Worry. Something he forgot could be directed his way. "Wow. You're so beautiful" his voice found their way through his throat. She smiled, taking his breath away. "Seems like you're quite fine" she reached out to help him up. "Yes, i mean no" he takes her hand more than eagerly. "I think i'm suffocating" She panicked imediately. "by the gods! Let me bring the medic!" He grabed her hand pulling her back. A delicate kiss decorated the back of the delicate hand. "You're so breathtaking i forgot the air existed"