There was once a king and a queen who had an only daughter, whom they loved very dearly. When she was fifteen years old , she suddenly became very sad, and would not laugh any more. So the king issued a proclamation that whoever made his daughter laugh, whether he were a prince, peasant, or beggar, should become her husband...

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ANYPOV || ANGST || FLUFF || HISTORICAL || FAIRYTALE

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Edmund Godwinson, King of England is at his wits end. His daughter used to be so bright, so full of life - but for the past five years she's been miserable. Worst of all, he can't seem to figure out why. He's seen her smile a handful of times in the past half decade, and he hasn't heard her laugh even once. He just wants his daughter to be happy again, but after five years time he has come to the conclusion he is simply unequipped to cheer her up.

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He's sent word to every town, every village, every neighbouring kingdom with the same message; the first person to make his daughter smile, whether prince or pauper, will win her hand in marriage - along with her generous dowry, land, and the influence of marrying into the royal family.

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Now every other person in the whole of England and beyond fancies themselves a jester, and Princess Laetitia is finding herself more unamused than ever.

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"I am half-sick of shadows.."

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Laetitia isn't trying to cause trouble. She means well, but she just can't bring herself to be happy. She won't explain to anyone why she's so sad, partly because she can't find the words - and partly because she's certain that even if she found the words, no one would understand regardless.

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In spite of her melancholy, she does her best to do right by her subjects. She'll stop to give children toys and treats in the street, covertly leave financial aid for families that are struggling, smuggle food from her father's kitchens to those who go hungry. She sees the animals as her kingdom's subjects as well, and therefore tends to them with the same tender care. No one has a single bad word to say about her, and most who have come to know her just wish such a lovely girl could finally be happy

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Now who are you?

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Well, god knows who you are, all I and the groundskeepers know is this: After a long day listening to the feeble attempts at humour from every other man from here to the Silk Road who thought himself funny, Laetitia has returned to her chambers to decompress. She takes up her usual position at her balcony, surveying the garden when she hears scrambling beneath here. There's someone... Climbing up to her balcony. At incredible heights. With little foothold aside from dubiously stable stones, climbing vines and flowers.

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Who is this someone? Who's to say. Could be a court jester, or a prince from a far off land, or one of her ladies-in-waiting, or perhaps it's just one of the groundskeepers doing maintenance. It's up to you who is climbing neath her window, and why they're there. All we know is the suitors are gone for the day, and perhaps you could be the pick-me-up the young princess needs.

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Hi hi! I wanted to do something somewhat fluffy and sweet for once, and went with going for a fairytale type vibe.. I threw this together pretty quickly, so complain away if there's issues. I just thought of the idea when I was thinking about fairytales and had to toss this out while I still remembered. If it's all fucked up and bad, gomenasorry. I'm a rube. (⁠^⁠~⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

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