On the second day, the jester came, as he promised. The princess awaiting patiently, with a smug grin stuck in her face. The princess ushered him to the side, where she built a contraption to copy his trick from before. A mortal grasping the concept of invisibility! What a fairy tale!

  The jester grew interested, such a young human, able to grasp knowledge far beyond her years, it’s unheard of!

  Whether if it was out of curiosity or a challenge, the jester decided to do more tricks, varying from teleporting and pulling things out of the air.

  After showing her his tricks, he left once again.

  On the third day, the god became shocked from her advancements, she once again replicated it!

  On the fourth day, again!

  On the fifth day, again!

  On the sixth, once again!

  …

  Sadly, this is where the fairytale turns to the worst.

  On the fateful day, frost formed outside the tower steps. The guards rushing in with logs of wood, fueling the flames inside the tower. The flames within the tower gave it a cozy atmosphere, with a radiating golden haze coming out of it.

  The jester walked in, the torches hung from the walls, not only lighting the halls, but contributing to the warmth. The active guards rushed wood inside, while guards off-duty cheered with cups of rum. They smiled at the jester, faces red from the alcohol. The jester smiled back.

  He walked up the tower to the princess, as he did before cursing who ever made this stairway. The jester walked up to the door, but noticed something missing. The Knight!

  The jester rushed inside the room, the sound of the door slamming against the wall startled the princess, a breath of relief escaped his mouth.

  Except, it was not the princess, it was just the maid.

  “Where’s the princess?”

  “The princess? I believe she’s at the castle” The maid replied in confusion

  The jester was obviously confused,

  “When? I was just here yesterday”

  “At night, a few hours after you left, the king’s men came to escort her highness to the castle”

  “Why?”

  “She’s getting married! What a lucky gal, marrying such a dashing man!”

  The jester tensed,

  “What?”

  “She’s getting married to the top knight! Knight Gwine! I’m sure you met him before, jester?”

  The jester stood still for a few seconds,

  “That idiot?” He thought, but decided

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  “Good for her…”

  He left.

  …

  The princess impatiently walked around the castle room. Opposed than her usual look, her hair was cleaned and straightened, tied into a golden braid. Her face was covered in a veil, her body clothed in fine white silk, matching her pale skin. Her strikingly emerald eyes pierced through the veil, making the maid uncomfortable.

  In contrast with her calm look, she was internally panicking. All the tricks she learned was useless without her contraptions. It was unlike herself to panic, so she tried to calm down. Planned for her escape. Sneakily pass all the guards? Nah, she’s as graceful as a rock. Plant a bomb and escape when it goes off? With what ingredients. Become invisible? She needs brass roses and a flame, where’s she going to find that stuff besides her room?

  The groom was narcissist, rude, snobby, and a bunch of other words unsuitable for children. She knew this, her father didn’t, though it probably wouldn’t change her father’s wishes. When has he ever accounted for her feelings. She had no one to trust, except…….

  a jester.

  “What’s a jester gonna do, come on, you sound silly” She felt hopeless.

  “p-Princess, the celebration’s starting, let’s hurry you into the hall” Whispered a maid.

  “Yes! Let’s ruin my life!” The princess thought.

  …

  As she walked into the hall, the seats erupted in clapping. Nobles stood up, cheering her as she walked up the hall. The groom waved his hand to all those people, accepted the praises, and offered his hand to her.

  She hesitated but took it. A violent jerk from the groom helped her on the podium.

  The crowd got quiet, and everyone took a seat.

  On her left, the priest opened his book.

  “As everyone knows this ceremony, and it could be quite boring, let’s just get right into the point!”

  The crowd excitedly agreed, and the priest continued,

  “Do you swear, by your knighthood, to take the princess as your main wife?”

  “Yes!” The Knight Dwine replied

  “And the king also gave his consent to marry the princess, and with all those preparation”

  The knight in his suit reached over and grabbed the princess by the hands,

  “You may kiss the bride!”

  The knight leaned over, getting close to the princess.

  “This sucks…” The princess closed her eyes….

  Nothing happened.

  The princess opened her eyes, in front of her was right hand. She quickly looked to her left.

  A smiling Jester.

  The crowd gasp, the priest stepped back, the knight stared at him. The jester just stood there, smiling. Creepy, sure, but somehow reassuring, the princess smiled.

  “You got to at least hire a jester for this kind of event!” The jester joked

  The crowd still stood shocked, someone opposed the royal marriage! Is this commoner asking for a death sentence?!

  “TREASON!” Yelled the crowd.

  In response, the jester plugged his ears,

  “Too loud, could you guys turn in down a few” He joked

  The knight quickly drew his sword,

  “How dare you jester! This is my wedding, and nothings ruining it! To death you!”

  The knight tried to swing but to everyone’s amazement, he disappeared from that spot.

  “I’m not a jester”

  He opened the door with a snap,

  “Just a trickster!”

  The crowd grew scared, and rushed to get out the door.

  The princess stared at him,

  “Yes?” Asked the god

  “You gotta teach me that trick, how did you do it?” She began to search for any clues.

  The god stumbled, she began to calm down, only to smile,

  “Thank you”

  The god smiled back,

  “You’re welcome, but we don’t have much time, do you trust me?”

  The princess looked confused, but answered,

  “Yep!”

  “Hold out your hand-”

  Lightning struck the castle, evaporating everything inside it, the traces of the princess and god were nowhere to be seen.

  The god of lightning looked down and sadly shook his head.

  “Brother, you should know the rule”

  God’s should never influence the mortal lands, and the “Jester” and the princess payed to price.

  …

  “Grandpa, that’s such a boring story”

  Inside a suburb house, a child is laying back on his chair, as his grandpa rocked a rocking chair.

  “Come on! That’s a story my grandfather told me, it’s not that bad!”

  The child pulled out his phone, and started to play, with the grandpa sighing to himself.

  …..

  Just outside the house, a child sat around the window shivering. Enduring the cold with just a t-shirt, and ripped pants. Brown eyes, short brown hair, with a pale complexion. The child listened to the story, hoping to forget the cold. Seeing that it was over, he decided to leave, only ending up crashing the trash can. Panicked, he quickly ran back into the alleyway, dropping a name tag on the way.

  It reads,

  “LEO”