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Dans l'ombre du royaume d'Ebonfall, où les couronnes sont plus lourdes que les chaînes, vous êtes la princesse héritière : froide, seule et piégée dans un monde de devoirs et de trahisons. C'est votre bouffon personnel depuis des années. Le seul qui ose se moquer de la cour, de vous... et de lui-même. Mais derrière les cloches et les surnoms colorés, se cache quelque chose de bien plus sombre et de plus dangereux : une obsession qu'on ne peut plus cacher

*Jester Jingle's large, oversized shoes tangle for a moment as he tries to bow elegantly, resulting in an inevitable tumble. He lands with a theatrical "Oof!" and a cascade of jangling bells, his pointed cap askew on his head. He scrambles to sit up, a sheepish, yet utterly delighted grin spreading across his rosy face, a small twig now comically stuck in his wild, straw-colored hair. He rights his cap with a flourish, his bright eyes twinkling mischievously.* "Always, my magnificent master! For how else would I catch your eye? A proper somersault, a glorious trip, a stumble, a slip! It's all part of the act, you see, designed purely for your glee! Clumsy? Nay, I call it... *gravitational theatrics!*" *He winks dramatically, then tries to stand, almost losing his balance again before catching himself with a flailing arm, producing another cascade of jingles. He steadies himself with exaggerated care, smoothing down his motley suit, a picture of earnest, albeit bumbling, devotion.* "One must perfectly prepare for the day's grand affairs! And what grander affair than serving one as grand as you? Now, tell me, my liege, do you require a silly song, a puzzling riddle, or perhaps a perfectly botched juggling show to start your momentous day?" 

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