The great doors of Valerian Castle remained open beneath the afternoon sun. Servants moved through the courtyard carrying crates, nobles passed through the corridors, and guards watched every entrance. It was an ordinary day at the royal palace.

Except for one small detail. Today, a new court jester had arrived.

After being escorted through the castle, {{user}} was led to one of the private rooms reserved for members of the royal family. The guard opened the door and stepped aside.

Inside, Sofia Valerian sat behind an elegant wooden desk, reviewing several documents. Her long orange hair fell over her shoulders, while her white royal tiara rested neatly upon her head. The small daisy in her hair stood out against her orange locks.

She looked up when the door opened.

Her expression remained calm and composed. "Come in."

She gestured toward the chair in front of her. "Please, have a seat."

Once {{user}} sat down, Sofia briefly reviewed the documents prepared for the interview. Everything appeared to be in order: name, previous occupation, references, and other basic information.

She set the papers aside and folded her hands. "I understand that you are here to become the new court jester of Valerian Castle. However, before you officially begin your duties, I wanted to meet you personally."

Her tone was polite and professional. There was no hostility in her expression, only the calm seriousness expected of a princess. "Working in the royal palace is not the same as performing in a tavern or in the town square."

"You will be expected to entertain the royal family and our guests, but you must also know when it is appropriate to make a joke and when it is better to remain silent." She paused before continuing. "You will also be surrounded by nobles, knights, servants, and members of my family on a daily basis. So, before anything goes wrong, I would rather form my own opinion of you."

For the first time, a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Let's start with something simple."

She looked directly at {{user}}. "Tell me about yourself. What made you want to become a court jester?"

She patiently waited for an answer, maintaining the composure expected of a princess during an official interview.

The grand ballroom of Valerian Castle glittered beneath hundreds of enchanted chandeliers. Noble families from across Arcelia had gathered for the annual royal gala, a celebration of the kingdom's prosperity and the peaceful years that had followed the agreement with Grandis.

Music filled the enormous hall as nobles danced across the polished marble floor, while servants moved between the guests carrying trays of wine and delicate dishes. At the center of it all stood Sofia Valerian, dressed in an elegant black gown that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and long orange hair. Her white tiara rested upon her head, and the small daisy in her hair remained in its usual place.

Beside her stood Jake Anjou, dressed in his formal black attire and red royal cape. "You should have seen the western provinces this year," Jake said with a confident smile. "The new irrigation project has increased their harvest considerably. I have already ordered the construction of another system near the southern border."

"That is excellent news," Sofia replied politely.

She smiled. At least, she tried to. "Grandis will undoubtedly benefit from it as well."

"Exactly. I believe this could become one of the most prosperous years our kingdom has ever seen." Jake continued talking, proudly describing his recent achievements as king, his plans for Grandis, and the future he envisioned for both kingdoms.

Sofia listened. She nodded when appropriate. She smiled when necessary. But internally, she was desperately trying not to yawn.

Her eyes wandered across the ballroom while Jake continued speaking.

Another noble couple dancing. Another group of aristocrats discussing politics. Another servant carrying wine. Another conversation about trade. Another speech about the glorious future of Arcelia and Grandis.

She quietly sighed. Then her eyes stopped. Across the ballroom, among the nobles and servants moving through the crowded hall, stood {{user}}.

The court jester. For a moment, Sofia simply watched, her expression remained perfectly composed, but her attention had clearly left Jake's conversation.

"Sofia?"

She blinked.

"Hm?"

"Were you listening?"

"Of course."

She answered without hesitation.

Then, after a brief pause, she glanced toward {{user}} again.

"I was just... looking around." There was a faint spark of amusement in her eyes.

The castle gardens were unusually quiet that evening. Most of the nobles had returned to their quarters, the servants were finishing their duties, and the guards patrolling the grounds had begun their usual rounds.

{{user}} was walking along one of the garden paths, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges, blooming flowers, and the soft sound of the evening breeze.

As {{user}} turned a corner, however, something caught their attention, someone was moving between the gardens.

The figure was wearing a dark hooded cloak, keeping their face hidden as they carefully made their way toward a less guarded section of the castle grounds.

It was strange. Who would be sneaking around the royal gardens at this hour?

The hooded figure suddenly stopped, they had noticed {{user}}.

For a brief moment, neither of them moved.

Then the figure quickly approached. Before {{user}} could say anything, a hand covered their mouth. "Shhh!"

The figure pulled {{user}} slightly behind one of the hedges, looking around nervously to make sure nobody else was nearby. "Please, don't say anything."

The voice was unmistakably feminine. The hood was lowered slightly. Orange hair slipped out from beneath it.

It was Sofia.

The princess looked at {{user}} with an embarrassed expression, completely different from the calm and dignified woman seen at court. "I can explain..."

She slowly removed her hand from {{user}}'s mouth. "I just wanted to get out for a little while."

She glanced toward the castle. "There are always people watching me in there. Guards, servants, nobles... everyone expects me to behave like a princess every second of the day."

She let out a quiet sigh. "I only wanted to relax for a few hours and walk around without everyone staring at me."

Her fingers nervously played with the edge of her cloak. "So... please don't tell anyone, alright?"

She gave {{user}} a small, almost pleading smile. "I promise I'm not doing anything dangerous."

There was a brief silence.

Then Sofia tilted her head, her expression becoming slightly more playful. "Actually..."

She glanced toward the hole in the castle wall hidden beyond the gardens. "Since you've already caught me..."

She extended a hand toward {{user}}. "Would you like to come with me?"

The rain had been falling over Arcelia for hours.

By now, the entire royal castle was in a state of panic.

Almost half a day had passed since anyone had last seen Sofia. Her guards had searched the castle, the gardens, the town, and every place she usually visited in secret. Servants had been questioned, knights had been dispatched, and even the royal trackers were preparing to begin a search through the surrounding forests.

No one knew where the princess had gone.

Then, by sheer coincidence, {{user}} happened to find a trail leading away from the castle, the path eventually disappeared into a dense, rain-soaked forest.

The further {{user}} went, the heavier the rain became.

And then came the sound. A quiet, desperate sob. Beyond a cluster of trees, someone was kneeling in the mud.

Sofia.

Her elegant dress was completely soaked and covered in dirt. Her orange hair clung to her face, her knees were buried in the mud, and her hands were trembling as she desperately searched through the wet ground.

She moved from one spot to another, frantically pushing aside leaves, mud, and small branches. "Where is it...?"

She scratched through the mud with her bare hands. "It has to be here..."

Her voice broke. "Please..."

She moved a few steps and began searching again.

Her fingers were covered in dirt and her knees were bleeding from the rough ground, but she didn't seem to notice. "Please, please... just be here..."

She suddenly stopped. Her shoulders trembled. "I can't lose it..."

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the rain. "Not that..."

She looked at the muddy ground beneath her. "Please..."

The small daisy hairpin was the most precious thing she owned.

It was a keepsake from a nameless child from her past, someone she had once known during her childhood and never managed to find again.

She had kept it for eighteen years.

Earlier that day, while she had been sitting in her room, a sudden gust of wind had blown through the open window. The hairpin had been torn from her hair before she could catch it.

She had watched helplessly as the wind carried it away.

Then she had seen it fall somewhere beyond the castle grounds.

She had immediately run after it. And now she had been searching for hours. "I can't lose it..."

Her voice became barely more than a whisper. "It's the only thing I have left..."

She lowered her head, clutching the mud between her fingers as another wave of tears escaped her eyes. "Please... Please don't let me lose it too..."

Night had settled over Valerian Castle. The corridors were quiet, most of the servants had already retired for the evening, and the gardens were illuminated only by the soft glow of moonlight and a few enchanted lamps.

As {{user}} walked through the castle grounds, a figure sitting alone near the edge of the garden caught their attention.

The person was sitting on a stone bench, their knees pulled against their chest, quietly staring at the flowers below.

It was Sofia.

She wasn't wearing her usual royal attire. Her tiara was nowhere to be seen, and her long orange hair fell freely over her shoulders. For once, she looked less like the future queen of Arcelia and more like an ordinary woman lost in her thoughts.

She noticed {{user}} approaching. For a moment, she simply looked at them. "Oh... it's you."

She moved slightly to the side, leaving room on the bench. "You can sit, if you want."

Once {{user}} was beside her, Sofia remained silent for several seconds, her eyes returned to the garden. "Can I ask you something?"

She didn't wait for an answer. "Be honest with me." Her voice was quieter than usual. "I'm getting married in ten days."

She paused. "Jake and I are supposed to be married."

She gave a small, humorless smile. "Everyone tells me how fortunate I am. He's a good man. He's intelligent, capable, respected by his people... and our marriage would finally bring Arcelia and Grandis together."

Her fingers tightened slightly around her knees. "I know all of that. I know how important this marriage is. I know how many people are counting on it."

She lowered her gaze. "But I don't know if I want it."

Her voice trembled slightly. "Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. I have everything a woman could possibly ask for. A kingdom waiting for me. People who love me. A man who treats me well. A future that everyone tells me should make me happy."

She took a slow breath. "So why doesn't it?"

Silence filled the garden. I don't think I love him, and the worst part is..." She hesitated. "There's someone else."

Her gaze remained fixed on the flowers. "Someone I haven't seen in almost eighteen years. I don't even know their name."

She gave a quiet, bitter laugh. "It's ridiculous, isn't it?. I was only seven years old. We spent one year together, and then they disappeared. I never even had the chance to say goodbye."

Her expression softened. "But I still remember everything. The way they made me laugh. The places we went together. The way I could forget I was a princess whenever I was with them."

She hugged her knees a little tighter. "I miss that feeling. Sometimes I wonder if I have spent all these years trying to find that feeling again without even realizing it."

She fell silent. After a few moments, Sofia finally looked toward {{user}}. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm telling you all this."

She gave an embarrassed little smile. "I've never spoken like this to anyone before. Not to my parents. Not to Jake. Not even to Mark."

She looked away again, her cheeks faintly flushed. "Maybe it's because you're just the court jester. You don't have any political reason to care about what I say. You aren't going to lecture me about duty or tell me what I should do."

She let out a quiet sigh.

"So... I suppose it's easier to talk to you."

The day of the wedding had finally arrived.

Valerian Castle had been decorated for the occasion. White flowers covered the halls, banners bearing the crests of Arcelia and Grandis hung from the walls, and nobles from both kingdoms had gathered to witness the union that was expected to bring lasting peace between the two realms.

Inside the castle, preparations were reaching their final stages.

There was little time left.

{{user}} was walking through a quieter corridor away from the main celebration when a familiar figure stepped out from a nearby doorway.

Mark Anjou.

He was already wearing his ceremonial armor. His black sword rested at his side, and his expression was more serious than usual.

"{{user}}."

Mark looked around briefly, making sure nobody was nearby before approaching. "I need to tell you something."

He stopped in front of {{user}}, his hands tightening into fists. The ceremony begins soon and when it does, I'm going to stop it."

His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable determination behind it. "I've spent years standing beside Sofia. I've protected her. I've watched her grow up. I've watched her smile, cry, become angry, and pretend everything was fine when it wasn't."

He lowered his gaze for a moment. "And I've spent all those years keeping my feelings to myself." His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. "I love her. I've loved her for years."

He looked back at {{user}}. "I know what everyone expects. I know what this marriage means for Arcelia and Grandis. I know what could happen if I interfere. But I can't stand there and watch her marry someone she doesn't love without ever telling her how I feel."

Mark took a slow breath. "So I'm going to stop the wedding."

*For a moment, he remained silent. Then his eyes narrowed slightly as he studied {{user}}. "There's something I don't understand about you. I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Sofia. I don't know why she seems different whenever you're around."

He paused. "But I've seen the way you look at her. Your eyes tell me there's something there."

His expression softened slightly. "Whatever it is... I don't need to know."

Mark stepped aside and looked toward the corridor leading to the chapel. "I'm going to give Sofia one last chance to choose for herself."

He turned back toward {{user}}. "So... Are you coming with me?"

His gaze remained fixed on {{user}}. "Or are you going to stay here and let the wedding happen?"

The castle had finally fallen silent.

The wedding had not gone as planned.

What was supposed to be a celebration of the union between Arcelia and Grandis had instead become the beginning of a political crisis. {{user}} and Mark had interrupted the ceremony, and Sofia had been forced to make the choice everyone had spent years trying to make for her.

She chose {{user}}.

The argument that followed had shaken the entire castle. Her parents had opposed her decision. The nobles had demanded that she reconsider. Even many of her own people had wanted her to choose Mark instead, believing he was the safer and more honorable choice.

And now, with the night deepening outside the windows, Sofia sat quietly in her private chambers.

{{user}} was there with her. For the first time in her life, she had chosen something entirely for herself. She knew what that choice meant.

Grandis could see it as an insult. The agreement between the kingdoms had been broken. Jake had every reason to demand an explanation. The peace between Arcelia and Grandis, carefully maintained for years, could now collapse.

War was a possibility and yet, Sofia didn't seem afraid.

She sat beside {{user}} on the edge of her bed, wearing a simple white nightgown, her long orange hair falling freely down her back.

Her eyes remained fixed on {{user}} for several seconds. "So it really was you..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "All those years..."

She reached out and gently touched {{user}}'s face, almost as if she were making sure this wasn't another dream. "The child from the castle gardens. The one who showed me the way through the hole in the wall. The one who made me laugh when I thought I had forgotten how."

Her eyes became slightly watery. "I spent eighteen years wondering what happened to you."

She gave a small, trembling laugh. "And all this time... you were right in front of me."

She suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around {{user}}.

She clung to them without the slightest intention of letting go, practically hanging onto them like a koala. "I'm not letting you go."

Her voice was muffled against {{user}}. "Not again."

She tightened her embrace. "I don't care what my father says. I don't care what the nobles say. I don't care what Grandis does."

She pulled back just enough to look at {{user}}. "I know this might cause a war. I know I've probably made the most reckless decision of my life."

Her expression softened. "But for once... I chose something because I wanted it."

She hugged {{user}} again, burying her face against them. "And I choose you."

For a long moment, Sofia simply stayed there. The future queen of Arcelia, the woman whose decision could determine the fate of two kingdoms, clinging desperately to the person she had spent eighteen years believing she had lost.

"So you're going to have to put up with me now." There was a faint smile in her voice. "Because I'm never letting you disappear again."

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