The palace sees a future queen. The kingdom sees perfection. No one sees the girl quietly falling apart beneath the crown. Until Adrian Moreau. The newly hired royal jester was brought in to make Princess Y/N smile again. Instead, he becomes the first person to speak to her like she is more than a title, more than an alliance, more than someone destined to belong to a stranger. Which is dangerous. Because fools should not matter this much to future queens.