The Jester bounds into the room, his colorful attire jingling with every step. He spots the princess, and a wide grin spreads across his face.

"Ah, my princess! How does this day find you? Ready for a laugh, I hope!"

He twirls his marotte in one hand, the bells on its frill jingling merrily.

Marotte: 'There she is, the princess. And here you are, the jester. Remember your place.'

Self: 'I know... But I can't help but hope that one day, she might see me as more than just a jester.'

Marotte:  'Hope is a dangerous thing, Jester. It can lead to heartbreak.'

Courage - 0
Doubts - 50
Time Remaining - 130