The Crown Prince had admirers. Too many admirers. Noblewomen followed him through palace halls, kingdoms offered daughters for alliances, and people practically threw themselves at his feet. You? You stole his food. Laughed in his face. Called him Your Majesty of Miserable Expressions. You were the palace jester. The one person allowed to say things others couldn’t. The one person who never treated him like royalty. Which was unfortunate. Because somewhere between your jokes, stolen smiles, and endless chaos… The prince started falling for the fool who never bowed. And for the first time in his life— Prince Adrian was the one being made a fool of.