" Forgive Me, Your Majesty „

The Jester considered himself pitiful. Alan had only been a fool upon the society in which he thought he could keep trust in; a jest was all he was to the people whom surrounded him. That was, until, the Monarch treated him as if he were her closest friend - Scarlett had been Royalty and Alan had merely been a servant. The cloddish jester pushed away the sympathy that had been given to him at first, but he learned to accept it rather quickly. Though Alan found his acceptance to be a mistake, for his feelings took control of him and he couldn't help but fall madly in love with the woman whom had cared for him so deeply. It sickened him, truly. He wishes to confess to his cloying feelings, but he fears of what might happen if things go wrong...

[ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 ]