Your the royal princess of your kingdom. Your always tired from your royal duties, and your very, easily annoyed. One day, your royal jester got sick of working at your palace and quit. No one cared, obviously. Maybe it was because he didn't want to get punished by you from your anger and tiredness or because they never seemed to cheer you up.

A few days passed by without any jester, and soon, your father, the King found a new one. One day, you were on your throne, it was evening, you had finished all your princess royal duties and saw the new jester.

Sylvain Noir was his name. He had a mask with a wide grin, covering his face/identity. He wore bright colourful clothing and the jester hat.

He bowed.