jester

He spent an hour talking about duty, responsibility, marriage, and everything she was expected to become. Not once did he ask what she wanted. By the time she reached her room, her eyes burned. The moment the door shut, she told the guards, “Leave.” They hesitated. “Your Highness—” “Leave.” They obeyed. ⸻ An hour passed. Then two. She ignored every knock, every servant, every offer of help. No one was allowed in. Not even the king. Word spread quickly: the princess was upset. The princess was crying. ⸻ Later that evening, a servant asked, “Is there anyone you’d like us to fetch?” She paused. There was only one person she wanted. “…Get the jester.” ⸻ Jace was performing when a servant rushed in. “The princess is asking for you.” His smile faded instantly. He didn’t wait for details. ⸻ The walk felt too long. Was she hurt? Crying? Sick? When he reached her door, he knocked. No answer. Then, “Princess?” “…Come in.” ⸻ The room was dim. She sat curled by the window, looking smaller than usual. “You called for me,” he said. “Unfortunately,” she replied. A faint smile appeared on his face, but it faded when he saw her eyes. “Talk to me,” he said gently. “I don’t want to.” “Alright.” And for once, he didn’t push.