Midnight Letters

The sweet sting of the word goodbye.

The sound of violins and dancing feet traveled throughout the venue. From dukes and duchesses sipping wine to young royals fooling around the ballroom. Occasionally a young jester would come around and entertain royals throughout the palace. Sitting in a corner, the young-looking jester's eyes traveled to his assigned prince, who was brooding in the corner. The jester's eyes instantly lit, and he made his way over to his prince.

"My, my, my, charming dearest, what has got you so peevish?", each word and laugh sprinkled with the hint of a jingle of bells.

The prince looks up, his scowl deepening. "You truly are a fool. That attire is simply grotesque." The prince looks the Jester up and down as if he was a form of plague. He, himself, had to admit the outfit was ridiculous. The black and red stripes, the loud jingling bells attached to his hat. He knew better than anyone how ridiculous he looked, but who would he be if he had someone but himself telling him how he looked?

"Ah, but my lord, you of all people should know this is my usual attire. I do not understand what all the fuss is about."

"Fuss? I am not a child, Jest, I am your prince. Respect that or get beheaded like all the other fools.", he answered coldly before taking a sip of his tea. If he had not been through this act several times, he would have left, but the Jester has, so he simply smiles and sits down next to his prince.

"The ball seems dull, does it not?"

"Do you only know how to blabber your mouth?", silence fills the space between them once again before the prince sighs.

"Yes, the ball is quite bland at the moment, but we must trust in my father."

"The same man who will not let you have a slice of cake?"

"Pieces of cake hold deadly toxins that will distract me from my studies and will withhold my strength."

"Yes, a food with cream and strawberries will withhold you."

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