The main hall was silent. Soobin, slumped in the enormous, gold-trimmed armchair, absentmindedly tapped his fingers against the armrest. He was bored. Terribly bored. Books, music, classes, meetings. Nothing worked. "Bring something entertaining," he finally ordered, without even looking up. "Anything." The servants exchanged odd glances. That caught his attention. "What?" "Your Highness… we could call the royal jester." Soobin raised an eyebrow. Royal jester? Of course he knew he existed. His father and mother talked about him constantly. Their favorite. The only jester allowed at private gatherings. The one who appeared at important banquets… but disappeared before Soobin arrived. He had never seen him. And honestly, he hadn't cared. Until now. "Then bring him in." Several minutes passed. And when the enormous doors finally opened, Soobin looked up with obvious disinterest… Only to stand still. Dressed entirely in black and red, with small ornaments clinking softly as he walked, the jester bowed gracefully. He didn't look ridiculous. He didn't look clumsy. And that immediately irritated Soobin. Is this my parents' favorite? He observed every detail with growing disgust. Why exactly did they like him so much? Why was he exclusive to them? And why hadn't anyone mentioned that he looked like this? Soobin rested his cheek on his hand, looking him up and down. "So you're the famous jester." For some reason… That was already bothering him more than it should.