There is a story, between a human and a bored god. The mortal was a princess, the daughter of a tyrant. Fearing that she would be his weakness, he locked her inside a tower. Twelve stories high, acres of land in construction filled with the most precious metals. Showing kindness to his own kindship, he kept her well fed and clothed. Though she still felt lonely, servants feared her father, trying their best to please her.

  For what seemed to be a grand tower, felt more like a birdcage, and the single lonely blue jay was her.

  Until one fateful day, a mischievous god noticed her perching on her balcony. He who had not else to do disguised himself as a servant. He easily sneaked passed the security.

  “Halt! Seek your name”

  The god looked up, a knight coated in full iron expect for the helmet stood tall. The god smirked.

  “Well hello! I’m the jester hired by the king to cheer up the little princess! Nice to meet you esteemed knight” He said.

  The knight quite pleased with his title,

  “Nice to know the king didn’t forget about his little maiden, now! What’s the password?”

  The god was stumped, but quickly thought of a solution.

  “Easy! The password is…… stultus regem!”

  The knight admired himself, then looked at the jester.

  “Tha-“

  “The king also informed me to tell you he changed the password! Holy knight you must believe me! Never mind that, Esteemed knight, did I also tell you how brilliant you look! You must swoon all the ladies!”

  The knight pulled out a hand mirror,

  “Well, you can say that again, they don’t call me the greatest knight of the table for nothing! All the ladies want me and all I want is a fine lady. How come a knight like me can’t even get a proper lady! Preposterous!”

  “You’re absolutely right esteemed knight!

  “When am I ever wrong! Answer me jester!”

  “Never Sir!”

  The knight sighed,

  “For someone was good looking as me, to still not have a lovely wife is against the king, no, against the gods! May the heavens help us!”

  “Sir, I’m just trying to do my job”

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  “Oh right, what was I about to say? Oh forget it, just go ahead”

  The god entered the princess’s room. Instinctively, he covered his eyes. Bright pink neon walls glared into the eyes. The feather bed easily taking a fourth of the massive room, filled to the brim with plushies, seemingly used to build a fort. Though in the corner of the room stood out. Piled with books, the princess cramming away through thick leather books. The floor littered with paper, her drawings, stories, even a to do list.

  “Princess?”

  “Ahh!”

  The princess fumbled the book out of her hands and the god got a closer look at her.

  “Goodness! Do all princess look like this?”

  “Lunch doesn’t start until 5, that’s an hour 38 minutes and 25 seconds from now!”

  The princess had a stern face on her. The god shocked.

  “HYGIENE PLEASE MORTAL PRINCESS” The god thought

  The princess wore rough sleeveless shirt, paired with padded pants faded due to washing. Her originally blonde hair now a messy dirty blonde flowing passed her back. Unfortunately, her face itself had makeup, if you count grease and oil as such.

  The god kneeled,

  “Miss Majesty, this lowly one is a jester, appointed make you happy!”

  The god gave his best joking smile, but the princess’s facial muscle didn’t change.

  “Tough crowd”

  “Ah, it seems you’re intrigued! Ready for my first trick!”

  The “jester” pull out a hat seemingly out of air!

  “How’d you like that princess!”

  Still, her emotions were set in stone.

  The god grew nervous, he made the hat disappear and reappear. Still, the princess seemed unimpressed.

  “Aren’t you wondering how I’m doing this?” The god asked.

  “Not really, give me the stupid hat.”

  He complied a gave her the magician hat. She grabbed it by the rims and made it disappear, then reappear.

  The god was shocked.

  “How did you do that?”

  “What do you mean? Just flip it like “this” then bring it back to view, isn’t that how you did it”

  “S-sure”

  The story states god actually used his magic just to do this trick, but he was too prideful to admit it.

  “How about this!”

  The god used another trick,

  “Too easy”

  “Another!”

  “Do you think that I’m a child?

  “Maybe it’s time to stop being easy!”

  “This Is supposed to be hard?”

  …

  “Come on, you give up?”

  The jester frustrated, while the princess accomplished.

  The god used trick after trick to best the princess but alas, he failed...

  or did he?

  “Very clever my princess, but can you figure out this trick!”

  Out of thin air he produced a cape.

  “You alre-“

  “The trick’s not done yet princess!”

  The god covered himself with the cape and it fell to the floor.

  The princess cautiously walked up and picked up the blanket, not to her surprise, she found nothing. She checked the floor, stomping at the bricks, trying to pick one out of the floor. Stuck, as she thought. She tested other theories, all seemingly not fitting in the puzzle.

  “Alright, you stumped me, where are you?”

  As she said that, the she felt a poke on her back,

  “AH!”

  “HAAHAHA”

  The god held his stomach as he laughed, the princess stared at him from the floor.

  “FINALLY! See you tomorrow Princess!”

  He triumphantly walked out the door, with the Princess stunned at the events. Then it finally hit her.

  “HEY! WAIT! I could easily solve that in a second, no, even less! Come back here Jester!!!”

  But he was long gone.

  She waited, until she finally heard a knock.

  She got up and quickly opened the door, startling the servant.

  “M-miss, your lunch is ready, fresh caught deer with a mixed variety of dried fruits just as you like.”

  The servant quickly got on his knees and held up the plate. The princess stared in shock, has it been 1 hour and 30 minutes! It only seemed to be around 30 minutes.

  “Thanks Tom” She mutter as she took the plate, with the servant, Tom, quickly escaping out of her sight.

  “See you tomorrow Princess!” She thought, and smirked at the idea.