from "A Fool's Dance"
The outfit was tight, only puffing out around my arms and legs then tightened drastically at my wrists and ankles. I wore sheer white tights under the one-piece outfit colored in black and red, and covering my feet were pointed shoes which curled at the tip and were each decorated with a bell. I wore a ruffled collar around my neck in the same colors, also adorned with bells. My hat was tight around my head, pushing a chunk of black hair over my oddly colored right eye. There were bells hanging in front of my face, attached to the oddly formed hat colored the same as the rest of my ugly second skin. It was humiliating and ridiculous, but none of that mattered. I danced and I sang; I made a fool out of myself to impress the wretched prince on the throne. I lived the humiliating life of a jester, a joker, a dancing buffoon in the eyes of our dear prince. The prince I despised with every inch of my belled being. However, there was still hope for me. The princess sat beside him in a throne much more beautiful than his. She watched me intently as I spun and danced, smiling and praising me as I bowed deeply at the waist to only her and held out my hand. He scowled as I made her happy and I only smiled on the inside. He knew nothing of the love we shared whenever he turned his back - he knew nothing of her betrayal and my silent triumph over him.
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