The country had been at great war for many years, and the king and queen had been pushed to their utmost. When it finally came to a finale, they were able to think about less pressing matters. Such as having a child. Their princess had the most beautiful eyes and hair, and they raised her in the bounds of the castle. This princess didn't know much about the world outside, and had thought from childhood that she could have just what she wanted. So she found a boy one day, and decided that she wanted him to live with her at the castle. They'd become friends, but as they grew older, they grew apart. He became a jester at the castle while she took over some duties considering that she was the soon-to-be queen. But honestly, she didn't want to marry that man from the other country that would secure their peace. No. She wanted real love. But who? In addition, the jester was a calm boy. He didn't speak up much, nor did he interact much with others. His demeanor changed at times of being on stage, into a magical, alluring person, but that was long gone when he was just.. well, himself. He was lonely most of the time, and wanted to talk to someone, but he was very frightened to do so. Especially the princess. He wasn't sure of she scared him or if he was just shy to talk to her, but he couldn't be in the same room as her without being nervous. She never looked directly at him. She never talked to him, or gave him orders. He had later gotten the impression that, despite their childhood friendship, they were over. She probably hated him and he had no idea why. He kinda wanted to ask her about it, but his timid personality caused him to not do anything about it. He just simply accepted that she disliked him and didn't want to talk to him. That was, until they requested of him to be of her company on a three day trip to meet her fiancé from the neighboring country. He wanted to refuse but he knew that he couldn't. He really didn't know what he'd do as her traveling partner for three days. It was just another one of those days, and Sebastian was wandering the castle grounds aimlessly. He was throwing a flute from one hand to the other, back and forth in rhythm with his steps. He seemed lonely, like he wanted someone to talk to, and yet didn't make any moves to do so. He had been performing for the queen and king again, and as always, the princess had offered him complete ignorance. He knew he was funny. He knew his jokes were good. So why didn't she laugh when everyone else did? He also knew that his flute playing wasn't bad, and he could sing. So what caused her to be like she was? He sat down in the royal garden under a large tree, playing a soft tune on the flute he had brought with him. It was one of his dearest possessions, as it had been the only thing he had with him from his true family. It had belonged to his mother and he treated it as a precious treasure. He was mentally preparing himself for the trip, trying not to think too much of it. He was trying to figure out how to talk to her. How should he approach a conversation? Three days in complete silence would make him insane. He sighed as he went to his room, packing a bag for the days he'd be gone. They were going to stay in the neighboring country for a month and he'd be the protector and constant company of the princess during that time. One month and six days. 37 days. He had to stay with her and be her "friend" in that time. How was he going to deal with that?