The other day I had breakfast with Countess Dmitreva, the very nice lady who has agreed to retain me and made me her court-fool (still can’t really stomach such a fancy title for myself though). She is so very kind and generous! The waiter of the Blue Ballad looked at me like I was something dragged in from the street – which was perfectly fine since it’s pretty much true. How he gawked as she ordered breakfast for me!
She does need a jester, the high lady, for she is swift to anger and, I think, involved in lots of serious business beyond that seen in my silly presence. ‘Tis fine, serious business is not of my concern – but offering her a smile is. It was thus no good that I had to relay bad news about her murder-mystery party: the Queen Consort will not be able to attend. Lady Dmitreva is most sensitive about everyone showing up for that party, and being the one to give her (or anyone) frowns is very … painful for me.
Anyway, I shall do better with the king!
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