Let's Rizz Up ANOTHER Hot Jester | My Fiancé is a Fiend

0:00 Oh my god, promiscuous man. That's hot. That's hot. I'm sorry guys, it's hot. I guess this is my type. Oh my god, bro, he's so bad, dude. What the F? Hey, how's it going guys? My name is Loyboy and today we're going to be playing a game called My Fiancé is a Fiend. I saw Yini's video on this. I saw the jester thumbnail and I was like, oh yeah, I got to cover this game. So, thank you Yini for showing me this game. But anyways, if you guys are ready to get into some freaky jester sh Let's get into it. Still asleep. Time to wake up. See you soon, my lord. Okay, let's go. All the artists are beautiful. I'm so excited. You open your eyes. The stone walls around you are cold and pale moonlight streams through tall windows. The spacious room smells fresh and slightly sweet. Silk sheets guide under your fingers. Everything looks too neat and expensive. Like at that Swedish furniture store. Okay, never mind. This

0:46 is definitely not my home. Was I robbed? LMAO. Yeah, just the opposite. They brought a bunch of expensive things into my home and left me to sleep. Very sweet. You touch the fabric of the sheets, soft and smooth. 100% silk. Damn, I'm just in some luxurious room right now. >> [laughter] >> Silk. 100% silk. I just know that. I can feel it even through a picture. Either I'm dreaming or I'm sleeping very expensively. You don't have time to finish the thought. Two girls burst into the room and start bustling around you. Hello. Oh my god, hi. Oh my god, and there's animations and everything. This game is so beautiful. Your highness, you're awake. What a joy. Who? We were forbidden to wake you, but we're already late. Who am I? We don't know your name, but if you wish we can call you future king. Hello. Or royal highness. Or lord. Okay. All right, if you want. My lord. How else should we address the groom of

1:32 our king? Hello. Perhaps he'd like to call us to call you by name. What's my name? My name is Loy. LMAO. Sir Loy, actually. today. And who are you? We were sent to attend you. We are your maids. My name is Maria. Hi, Maria. And I'm Eliza. We'll start with your hair. You'll look absolutely stunning. Yes, yes, for our king to land such a handsome one. It's a mir Oh Oh god, they're gassing me up right now. Thank you. I am handsome. >> It's a miracle given his ex- his appearance. >> Hey, quiet you. You can't talk about his highness like that, especially when there's not another, your highness. >> Huh, what? Thank you. Or not thank you, I don't know yet. >> Come on, they wouldn't have sent your highness without news of our king. >> That's right. Anyone who hasn't heard of our king is truly ignorant. Everyone knows him. >> Every- I'm sorry, guys.

2:17 >> Yeah, exactly. Only I don't know. >> Marie leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, >> And even about the mask. >> Just don't laugh at the mask, or else it'll be trouble. >> And where am I? I don't understand anything. What mask? Are you talking about- is the king wearing a mask? Or am I wearing a mask? What's going on? >> Oh, your highness, the castle is huge. You'll get lost within the first week if we don't help. >> Don't worry, we have everything we need within these walls. >> Yes, yes, the inner courtyard with bushes, flowers, such beauty. >> And also a kitchen, library, armory, chapel, and the forest, small but real, several trees, moss, ferns. The king ordered it planted back in his grandmother's time. >> There are even squirrels there, gray ones, but a- >> Why are you guys telling me all this? A forest inside the castle? Are you- Oh my- it's inside the castle? What the f- >> Of course, the trees aren't taller than the roof, but it's still beautiful. >> During the day they bring candles in so you can see. Luxury, of course. In other kingdoms, they'd hang you for a single

3:04 living leaf, and here we have a whole forest. >> But it's better to explore the castle after the audience. Now we'll dress you, fix your hair, and straight to the king. >> Okay, I'm just getting married off like that. Let's go, Sir Loy. >> And then you can see everything your- for yourself, courtyard, the forest, the library, wherever you like. >> Okay, but one thing bothers me. You keep saying during the day, candles during the day, walking during the day, but it's night, isn't it? It's dark outside. >> Night? Your highness, are you joking? It's daytime. The day candles haven't even burned halfway down yet. >> Um, there's stars out, guys. What are you talking about? >> Then why is it dark outside? The sun should be shining if it's day. >> Oh, I can't. The sun- your highness, you have an excellent sense of humor. >> Are you guys stupid? Look outside. Hello. >> My grandmother also told me a fairy tale about the sun when I- >> Hello. Oh, the sun doesn't exist? Well, where I come from, there was a sun every

3:49 day. Well, almost. Okay, so I just woke up in an dimension. Okay, this is so interesting. Good joke, your highness. I'm not joking, y'all. The sun's real, bro. How the [ __ ] do you guys like, I don't know. Like how do the trees grow, bro? >> Time to get dressed or the king will come check on you himself, and he doesn't like to wait. >> What are we late for? What are we late for? I don't even have a toothbrush and you're already dragging me somewhere. >> Where else? The an audience, the most important in the last 100 years. King Aurelian has returned from a distant campaign for you, your highness. He hurried. >> Even drove his horses to exhaustion. Damn, he want me so bad. Damn, and I just woke up. Aurelian sounds like a dragon's name from a cheap TV show. Damn, Sir Loy. So rude, I'm already roasting my husband, Elameo. >> Hush, hush. You can't talk about him like that. He's the king. They say at 16 he crushed three armies. One with his bare hands. That's cap.

4:34 >> Cap, I'm calling cap right now. Y'all delusional. >> Probably lies. >> Exactly. But he did execute many. Those who stole from the treasury or plotted against him, straight to the scaffold without flinching. Under him, even the rats in the cellars behave themselves. They are afraid. >> So, is he so fearsome that even you whisper? >> Of course, but they say he's fair, too. If you're not a thief or a fool, he'll protect you. But we've only seen him seen him a couple of times. Always in a mask and under the mask, they whisper, "Scars or something." >> Are we very late? >> We're already half an hour late. The king doesn't like to wait. He doesn't like his time wasted at all. Last month, he made a counselor kneel for 2 hours >> for being late. Damn, okay. So >> So, hurry up. >> I'll comb your hair. Okay, hurry up. >> Just don't interrupt the king and don't laugh at the mask or else, the scaffold, you know. >> The scaffold for laughing? Harsh. Fine,

5:20 let's go, but if I'm executed, I'll say you didn't warn me. >> We warned you, honestly, your highness. Don't joke like that. >> I'm like I'm literally joking about y'all's deaths right now. I'm horrible. Anyways, let's go. The maids gather and you follow them through the dark, cool corridors of the castle. Who else lives in the castle besides the king, you, and me? >> Oh, lots of people. Courtiers, advisors, guards, servants, cooks, stable hands. But there are a few personalities worth knowing about in advance so you don't step on a rake. Besides the priest, there's also the king's personal guard, a jester, and a scribe. All right, guys, you know what we're going for. All right, that jester type [ __ ] You just had to ask about that damn jester. Let's go. Now, the jester, I heard that he nailed the jester. What the [ __ ] does that even mean? I heard that he once bit off a count's fingernail during an argument, but that's unlikely. Just the fingernail? That's really gross. He's been in the castle. No one remembers how

6:06 long. Old-timers say he grew up in the castle. They remember him as a youth. Probably bought him from some circus as a baby. He's huge. Damn, he's huge. Okay. You think a jester is small and funny, but Oh, his name is Nail. Oh. Okay, got you. I was like, "What the fuck?" I thought that we were talking about nailing the jester. Like, I don't know what that that means, but he That's his name is Nail. But, Nail is taller than any knight. Shoulders as broad as it can be. Okay. Okay. I see you, Nail. But, I don't see you, but I do. But, at the same time, he juggles knives, walks on his hands up the stairs, does somersaults in a full cap with bells, and he's never fallen once. That's hot, guys. That's pretty hot. Not going to lie. Sharp tongue, too. At every feast, he jokes about the lords, about how the minister stole, how the general was a coward. Even jokes about the king's mask, and they do nothing to him. Anyone else would have been thrown in the dungeon, but Nail keeps performing. He has a dressing room backstage. Cap with

6:51 bells, bright costumes, wigs hang there. I once went in to clean, and he started yelling, "Out! You'll ruin the costume, ruin the act." And shoved me out by the scruff. No bed there, no chair, just a chest of rags and a floor-length mirror. I looked in the mirror, and there was no reflection at all. I thought I imagined it, but I still get chills remembering it. Other servants tried to go in, too. He throws everyone out. He says, "This is my workspace. Don't intrude. I won't show my tricks." Oh, he's a freak. Maybe he trains there with that witnesses. Where he goes to sleep is a mystery. Does he at least entertain at feasts? Oh, yes. Just be careful. Don't give him your hand to kiss. He might bite. I'm joking. Or am I? Um, is he going to bite my hand, guys? Don't joke about that. And don't agree to the rope trick. Oh, remember. I'm not I don't remember [ __ ] I'm not going to lie what you guys just said to me. It's all gone. Don't play rope tricks with the jester. Okay. Don't play rope tricks with the jester.

7:37 Whatever that means. And the king? You didn't ask about him. Well, he's probably formidable, just in a mask. >> [music] >> He doesn't linger long at feasts. He'll come, sit, look at the guests, talk to someone important, and leave on business or to sleep. He rarely shows himself at night, and if he does, it's for business. >> And how would you know about the night? Were you eavesdropping at the door yourself? >> Well, rumors circulate that a certain that a certain maid goes to his chambers late. >> Only no one knows why. He's He's a >> Having an affair with the maid, huh? >> But we said nothing, your highness. Don't get the wrong idea. He's a serious man. He has no time for foolishness. How do you know that? >> Jesus Christ. I'm being cheated on already, and I don't even know the guy. What else does he do besides important business with the maid at night? >> We're not supposed to gossip, your highness. >> All right. Yeah, right. Y'all just be yapping your heads off, dude. Y'all look exactly the same, just different fonts.

8:22 >> And isn't this whole conversation gossip? >> The maids pretend not to hear the question. LMAO. Anyways, >> All right, moving on. >> The maids lead you into a great hall with the columns and a throne. They close the heavy wooden doors. You hear the click of their heels beyond the door. They are gone. >> Is anyone here? >> From the doors at the far end of the hall, two figures emerge. >> One is horned and tall. >> And these doorways look >> ordinary ordinary size rather than enormous, the horned figure would likely have to stoop to pass through. The second figure looks diminutive compared to the horned one. It seems this person has long hair and floor length and a floor length crooked gown. >> Oh my god. Hello. >> Jesus. Is it this guy always talking? Oh my god, I love the animation. >> What the heck? This is beautiful. >> Your highness, Sir Loy. Sorry for delay. My name is Emphys. I am the local priest. I will be conducting the marriage right for you and his highness King Aurelian. Please, acquaint yourselves. >> Um all right. Oh, is that the king? Oh

9:08 my god, that's him. Chat, I'm terrified. This is my husband. Okay. >> All right, King Aurelian. >> Sir Loy, forgive my rudeness. I am weary and wish to hasten the preparations for the ritual. >> It's fine. >> Oh my god. Um y'all know I'm trying to get this jester right now, okay? I'mma stay silent. >> The priest breaks the silence first. Silence first. >> Your highness, Sir Loy, allow me to explain the plans going forward. >> I'm listening. >> The wedding will take place in three days. This evening, there will be a feast in honor of your arrival and the king's return. And after the feast, just past midnight, a ritual awaits you. As for the wedding, we have already prepared everything. The colors will be traditional. Red, red roses, red ribbons. It is a symbol of blood and life. Interesting. It's not going to be white? Okay. Red. Very well. I have no objections. Uh Lloyd, are you not confused right now? I'm scared cuz um I

9:54 just woke up and I'm marrying this this dude. Okay. Thank you, Sir Lloyd. Then we await you at the feast this evening. And after midnight, a ritual awaits you. I will escort you to the doors. You need to rest until evening. He extends his hand. I take it. The palm of his gauntlet is cold, but his fingers close gently as if holding something fragile. Beyond the large door is the throne room which you just left. There are two more passages on either side. Behind you, a corridor leads to the bedroom where the maids pre- prepared you. Which way should I go? All righty, to get the jester ending, I have to go to the right. So, let's do that. You wander the castle corridors. One of the passages near the throne room led to a small door. It was slightly ajar and a smell of wax and dust drifted out. You step inside. The room is cramped. A wardrobe with its door slightly ajar, burlap mannequins, and a huge mirror in

10:39 a worn frame draped with a velvet curtain. It only reflects objects. No bed, no chair. This appears to be the jester's dressing room. Suddenly, the door behind you slams shut with a crash. You turn around. In the doorway stands a tall man in a cap with bells. He is taller than the door than the door frame. Hello, sir. Oh my god, that's him. Jesus Christ, your friend off- outfit's wack, dude. Well, well. Who allowed you into my dressing room? Sorry, the door was open. I didn't know that. Didn't know, of course. All these highnesses always stick their noses where they're not wanted. Do you even understand that you can't just barge in, even on servants? Or do you not care? Damn, you're rude, bro. I'm sorry, man. He takes a step forward and you instinctively retreat until your back is against the Oh, chill out, man. And what am I to do with you now, your highness?

11:25 I'll have to teach you a lesson while you are still merely a guest. I didn't touch anything. I just looked. Was looking. And what if there had been something improper, indecent here? It doesn't matter anymore anyway. You shouldn't have come here. Oh my god, a smile. Okay. All right. Maguanel, you're a freak. A little bit of a freak, but it's okay. I'm going to woo you up. You just don't know yet. He comes out He comes almost close enough to touch, bracing his hands against the wall on the other side of you. Damn. Listen, I really didn't mean to intrude. I'll just go I'll go. I just just Nothing is ever just, your highness. Now you'll be trailing around everywhere and getting underfoot. This is disorder. Oh my god, Jesus Christ. And the arm changed. Jesus Christ, bro, cover up. Was that there before? It was. I didn't even notice that. Oh my god, promiscuous man. He

12:10 leans in so that the the cap with bells almost touches your forehead. Listen here. I could tell the king that you visited my little room right after your audience. That we were, let's say, amusing ourselves here. And how do you think he'll react? He'll probably kill you, not me, right? I'm chill, right? I'm good. That's not true. True or false? What difference does it make? Rumors spread faster than rats in the cellar, and I know how to embellish a story. His fingers close around your wrist and grip it tightly. What What are you going to do? The jester freezes. His gaze trails across your face, lingers on your lips, and return Chill out, dude. Chill out. And returns to your eyes. And do you truly wish to know? Uh All right. I'm going to just I'm going to plot, okay? Stay silent. Don't move, all right? Let's do it. Oh, it seems you're in no hurry. Well, then I'll go to What

12:57 is he going to do? A mistake, your highness. A big mistake. His other hand settles on my waist, but Oh my god, guys. Oh no. Oh no. What have I done? Do you think I'm joking? That I'll chat pleasantly about the weather? His voice drops lower. Here in this little room, no one will hear your screams. Or, on the contrary, they'll hear them very well. Oh my god, he's a freak, chat. Jesus Christ. Okay. His fingers tighten. You feel his breath on your cheek. You're bluffing. You're bluffing. Shall we test that? He moves his hand from your waist to your lower back and presses you harder against his body. Oh my god, chill out. >> How reckless you are. >> He releases your wrist and his hand settles on your thigh. Jesus Christ, I just met you by the way. I just met you, Chad. Your body breaks out in goosebumps under his palm. His fingers clench

13:42 harder on your thigh, so hard it hurts and you let out an involuntary cry. >> Ah, whoa, Lloyd, are you okay? >> Oh, I can read your thoughts. >> Shame on you, your highness. Bro, you're a freak. Leave me alone. I didn't ask for this [ __ ] >> N- No. >> I don't have any thoughts. I'm literally about to get married, bro. >> His hand slides from your lower back further down. Your body flinches. The jester's face is very close to yours. You feel the warmth of his body. You lie, your highness. I can feel you trembling. You want me to be even more insistent, don't you? >> His hands squeeze your thighs. Oh my god. His fingers digging into the fabric and the skin beneath. You feel hot. Chill out, Lloyd. Oh my god. Lloyd, you're just in everything, aren't you, man? >> I didn't expect the king to choose such a lovely creature for himself. It would be a shame if you were the first to taste you. Bro, >> What? >> But we won't allow that, will we?

14:29 >> Um, oh god, y'all. Okay, you're a [ __ ] egomaniac, dude. You take too much upon yourself. >> Maybe, but I'm not afraid to take, especially when such a treat is before me. >> You're insolent. >> Yeah, you tell me your big fat vocabulary Lloyd. >> Boldness is the second happiness. Remember that. >> He suddenly passes you presses you firmly against him. Okay, again? Jesus. He feels his entire body trembling with tension. Bro, this guy's pent up. >> For what? >> I I can't. >> Um, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? >> I don't want to hurt you. >> What the F? This is such a switch up. Are you okay, bro? >> Or have you hate me afterward. I'm just a jester. And you, this is wrong. >> You talk as if you actually care, loser. >> I don't not care and that scares me.

15:15 I don't not care. >> [laughter] >> He shoves you [ __ ] You're shoving me and [ __ ] now? Abusive hoe. God. >> Enough. That's it. No, I say enough. [ __ ] you. All right, whatever man. His face turns to stone again. Okay, bro. Get out of here. I need to prepare for my performance and you've turned this place into a circus. Whose fault was that? You're the one who came on to me, bro. You You're just letting me go like that? Bro, what? What? Do you want more? Don't push it, your highness. And next time, don't go where you weren't called. And in general, don't let yourself be pushed around. Not everyone in this castle will be so restrained. You'll regret this. Yeah, you tell him what. I'm just kidding. I'll remember you a lesson, weirdo. I hope you remember it well and not just the lesson. I, you know, wouldn't mind if

16:01 you remember me as well. Okay, bro. Can you make up your [ __ ] mind about me? First of all, he grabs me, gropes me and and then and then says weird [ __ ] getting all hot and bothered and then he shoves me against the wall and says I can't do this, Lloyd. God, you're so tempting or whatever. Now he's saying, "Remember me." >> [laughter] >> Just kidding. I just can't with this kid. All right, anyways, you're insufferable. Yeah, you basically basically, pretty much. That's what I am. He opens the door and gestures to the corner. Okay, get me the [ __ ] out of here. The feast is soon. Run before I change my mind and tell the king how we were groping each other. You were groping me. Jesus Christ, just just kill yourself. Ah, yes. Before I forget, my name is Nail. I hope you enjoy today's performance, your highness. Don't worry, I already know that because I gossip about you with the with the maids. We were talking mad [ __ ] about you, bro. Mad [ __ ] He breaks into a friendly grin. You step out and the door slams

16:47 shut behind you. Okay, [ __ ] you. Bye, [ __ ] Anyways, the great hall is large and noisy. Along the wall stand tables covered with a multitude of different dishes. How do they manage to make so much food? Shouldn't there be a shortage or something without sunlight? On the tables are candles and metal candlesticks. It smells of roasted meat, mushrooms, and stale alcohol. Various people crowd around the tables, talking and glancing sidelong at you. Courtiers, it seems. You feel out of place. King Aurelian sits on the throne at the end of the hall. Before him is neither plate nor utensils, only a single gleaming cup. That's him. That's my husband, guys. Maybe the food is poisoned or has he already eaten? The mask glitters and under it you can't read their mood. Priest Emphis stands thoughtfully by the window holding a goblet. The scribe moves among the guests jotting something down on scrolls. A lone knight stands in the corner arms crossed. He wears a helmet. Apparently he has no intention of feasting or eating. Standing entirely

17:32 alone apart from the tables is a woman in a dark dress. She strokes a violet glass sphere holding it in her hands. You feel a little sorry for her. Perhaps this woman is lonely? She lifts her head and you see her face peeking out from under the shadow of her hood. Though it's a bit hard to tell where she's looking, at least one of her eyes is staring straight at you. All right, sure. Let's go. Oh god, oh my god, you're kind of terrifying I'm not going to lie. A little freaky. You approach her and before you can speak she seizes your hand. Hey, what's up? Her fingers are cold and bony. Her grip is strong. >> Ah, handsome one, cross my palm with gold and I'll tell you your future. You are not from here. I knew it at once. >> So, how'd you know? >> You smell different, fresh, not like our rot. >> Interesting. She traces her nail over your palm muttering something under her breath. >> I see, I see. You are not walking here

18:20 alone. A shadow follows you, big, hungry. >> Who? What shadow? What the [ __ ] >> A big one and it too is not from these parts but it follows you. On your heels, on your heel okay chill >> on your heels, okay. I don't understand. >> She will take you with her if you give her the light inside you. >> She lifts her head and looks you at you straight in the eye. At least one eye is looking straight at you. LMAO. >> She waits. She waits for you to give her the light. I can help. I can take your light myself and the shadow won't get it. >> What what? >> That shadow is hungry. >> And I'm hungry. Okay, lady chill out. She freezes and begins to snarl like a wild dog bearing yellow teeth. Oh. >> She is here right now looking at you and licking her lips. >> Okay, bro get get me the [ __ ] out of here. This guy's a freak. The woman digs her nails

19:05 in your hand. >> Enough. >> Oh, that's me. LMAO. Enough. Let go, freak. >> You have swerved yourself, boy. Do not call upon what you cannot banish. >> What are you talking about? No one I called for anything. Let me go. >> She yanked your hand sharply. The sphere will slip from her hands and shatter. Oh Oh my god, I'm I'm so sorry. >> I I I won't give it up, the wretch. Give it. Give it to me. >> Some of the shards dug in your hand. The woman's nails drove deeper drove the splinters deeper in your palm. Hello, am I okay? Let me go. Help, someone um husband hubby. >> The shadow will take you if you don't give me the light. >> Come on, give it to me since you don't need it. Well, I should have never talked to you. Get the [ __ ] out of here. The fortune teller is surrounded by guards. Oh my god. Is she okay? Did they just chop her freaking arm off? Okay. Before you can blink, one of the guards already severed the woman's hand with his sword. I Oh my. She screams at the top of her lungs.

19:50 >> Not in my life, I won't give it. Give me the light, I'll cut it from your guts and eat it. >> Okay, lady. Jesus, are you okay? Clearly not. The guards dragged the screaming woman out of the hall. Okay, bye. The cold fingers released your palm. The severed clenched hand of the madwoman fell at your feet. The blood drains from your face. Your Your throat grows dry. People crowd around you curious about all the commotion. Several maids began gathering the shards of the sphere, skurring at your feet. Okay. Anyways, what was she talking about some shadow following me around that wants my light or whatever. That's really freaking weird. The two familiar maids are already skurring around checking you for any scratches. >> Your highness, are you all right? Now, I'll take care of everything. Don't be afraid. >> The maid Aw, you guys are so nice to me. I love you. I love you both. >> The maid re-bandaged her hand and then put white bro- brocade gloves bro-sod brocade gloves over the bandaged hands.

20:36 A couple of drops of blood seeped through the fabric. >> Sir Loy, it'll get easier now. You need to eat. >> Um I probably feel unwell, dude. Not going to lie. I need to sit down, man. >> Yes, yes, your majesty. You will get better soon. You haven't eaten since morning and now this. You need to eat urgently and you must drink, too. You've lost quite a bit of blood. >> Yeah, guys, help me out. Oh my god, I love them so much. >> Yes, yes, tonight there's that, you know, well, a little blood will be needed there, too. >> What are you talking about? One of the maids holds out a tray to you. On it are a goblet and a bowl. A goblet of dark liquid with a sharp smell. Seems like wine. From the bowl comes the scent of something stewed. Can't tell what it is, but it smells delicious. Refuse? Wait, what the F does this even mean? What do I do? I'm scared, guys. I'm not even going to lie to you. What the F is this? Feel like if I drink that I'm going to I'm going to die. All right, eat some food, Lloyd. You take the bowl of stew

21:21 and it floats pieces of meat, some vegetables and herbs. It looks so appetizing that you your stomach growls. You eat a few spoonfuls of the fragrant stew. Warmth spreads through your mouth, down your throat and settles below. Your stomach stops growling and you feel a pleasant warmth inside. Oh, this is good. The spices are perfectly balanced. The flavor is so rich. Of course it's delicious, your highness. The broth was simmering since last evening and special spices are only added to special dishes for great feasts. How do you know that? Well, I was in the kitchen overseeing the cooking. It turned out really delicious. You could have called me, too. When I got the wine from the cellar, I was the first to run over, but when it comes to calling to the kitchen, one of the maids tugs at the other's sleeve. She looks worried. Hey, quiet, you. Someone might hear. Your majesty, don't get the wrong idea. We were just tasting them for you. Who knows if someone might have slipped something in. All right, guys. Y'all are just big gluttons, aren't y'all? Yes, yes, we checked it all. Eat in peace. I personally checked several times. It's

22:07 all clean. All right, I hope you guys enjoyed your meal. Lol mayo. All right, bye. The maids quickly disappear from your sight. Probably went off to taste more dishes. Lol. But they're so real for that, though. The feast continues. The guests are gradually breaking off into small groups. Some are dancing, some are drinking to the king's health, others gossip in the corners. You look around. The hall is just as loud and stuffy as before. After what happened, you want to clear your head. Talk to someone who isn't looking at you like a curiosity. Uh, where the F is the jester guy? All right, let's look around the hall. Maybe he's there. He I don't feel like talking to anyone. Simply start wandering around the hall. Oil lamps burn along the walls, their light dancing across the guests' faces, making them seem now younger, now older. Couples spin in a slow dance, but their smiles seem too strained for you. The clicking of goblets, fragments of conversation, laughter, but it all slips past you like water through your fingers. You feel like a stranger, not because you are

22:52 from elsewhere, but because no one truly looks at you. All these people see only the king's groom, not the one who hides behind that title. You pass the columns and stop at a window. Beyond the glass lies a black night and a distant lights like stars. [music] Oh my god, that's so cute. Your gaze falls upon the heavy tapestry on the wall. You notice its edge is slightly pulling away from the stone. Interesting. You grow curious. What lies behind it? Another corridor or just an old alcove? It's him. He's in there. I know he is. It depicts hunters and wild beasts. The fabric is worn in places, but here and there fresh traces of some someone's fingers are visible. Let's pull aside the tapestry. Aha, you see? I knew that. Yeah, you grab the edge of the fabric and pull. At first it resists, but you apply force and tapestry shifts with a creak. Behind it a dark passage opens. Just wide enough for one person. Inside darkness and the smell of dust. Your heart begins to beat

23:38 faster. Should you go? Yeah, of course. Let's go. All right, let's go see what's going on over here. You take a step, then another. The stairs lead to a wooden door. You push it. It opens with ease. Oh, back here. There you go. See? Oh, no. I'm cooked. He told me to leave. But I'm back. And here is our curious guest. I thought you had forgotten all about me. Come to visit the jester before the performance? Yeah, I did actually. Thought about you all night. I found a passage behind the tapestry and got curious to see where it leads. Not cuz I care about you or anything. And the corridor led you straight to my humble abode. Well, now I have to find a new passage in the wall since you know this one. Or I'll take you hostage to keep you quiet. Um, don't do that, Neil. He smirks, but something warm flickers in his eye. All right. If you're into that. Okay, bro. So, how is his highness's reception going? I don't know. I didn't pay attention really. Not exactly well, but not entirely bad either. I didn't feel like

24:24 talking to anyone. The jester made a sad face as about to burst into tears. Aw, you poor thing. Aw. What a pity. Poor, poor highness. Well, never mind. I'll help you get used to these boring walls. Tell me about one of the courtiers. Do you wish to know about someone in particular? About you. I don't give a [ __ ] about you, bro. But for right now, I mean, he's blushing. Oh my god. Okay. About me? Well, I'm the most interesting inhabitant of this castle if we're counting by the amount of wine drunk and barbs spoken. And how long have you lived here? A long time. So long I've lost count. But I don't age. The secret? I drink mushroom brew, dance on tables, and never think about tomorrow. >> Are you Peter Pan or some [ __ ] bro? >> [laughter] >> Never grow up. And what do you do when you're not joking? >> I seek the truth. And when I find it, I season it with irony and serve it on a

25:10 golden platter. But seriously, I just want people not to be afraid to laugh, even when everything is bad. >> That sounds almost philosophical, okay? Oh, wow, you're like Socrates over here. You got a little Plato. >> [laughter] >> Philosophical? I'm just tired of serious faces. That's all. >> I know all the ins and outs, all the secrets, and all the skeletons in the closets. >> But I'm not cruel. I just love the truth, and sometimes that truth sounds like a joke. >> If you like me, I'll be your best friend. >> If not, your worst enemy. But I hope we'll be friends. I have a good sense for people, and I like you. >> So far. All right, bro. Chill. I just met you. >> But enough about others. Better tell me, what do I do when I'm not entertaining the crowd? >> Hmm, what do you do? You're just loafing around and teasing the servants, Alameo. >> I suppose you eavesdrop on conversations

25:55 to use them in your jokes later. >> Um, hmm. You eavesdrop, don't you? >> Oh, you've seen right through me. Yes, I often wander the halls and remember who is betraying whom and who fears whom. It makes my performances more precise. >> And how much do you know? >> Enough to destroy a career or two if I wanted. But I'm not malicious. I just like knowing more than others and using it in my jokes. >> And what if I tell you a secret? Oh my god, Lloyd, you got some secrets over there, slave all. >> Then I'll become the most reliable keeper of secrets in this castle. Until I decide they would make a good joke. Then perhaps I'll reconsider my principles. But that's unlikely. >> Okay, Neil, you're funny. You're a funny guy. >> Now tell me, why am I so cruel to the lords? >> Why? Wait, am I just going to read you? Okay. I got you, man. I I bet you eat that [ __ ] up, huh? Because they deserve to be put in their place. Oh, he's

26:41 blushing. See, I'm I'm nailing it right in the head. Oh, get it, Neil. Alameo. >> Oh, you understand. Yes, they think they're above everyone, but I remind them they're just as mortal. And sometimes it's good for them to hear the truth, even if it's served as a joke. >> But you're taking a risk. >> Risks? Of course. But if I didn't take risks, I'd be just another courtier who flatters and smiles. I want to be the one who tells the truth, even if that truth stings them. >> And aren't you afraid that one day they'll snap? >> I am afraid. But then I remember they're too cowardly to kill a jester. It would look like an admission of weakness, and they don't want that. >> Nael adjusts his cap and steps closer. Okay. All right, man. All right. Okay. >> And now, your highness, we must go. The feast awaits its main character, me. >> Okay, you're a bit full of yourself, aren't you, Elemayo? >> If I delay another minute, the guests

27:27 will be so drunk they won't remember a single one of my jokes. And I want them to remember, especially you. >> Thank you. I will. Are you so sure your performance will be unforgettable? >> I don't doubt it. Because I prepared something special for you. >> He winks. Okay, and takes a step toward the door but stops. >> And don't you dare miss my performance. Promise? >> I promise. I promise, brother. >> Well then, let's go. Just don't lag behind or you'll get lost in the hallways, and I'll have to find you. Though, there is a certain charm to that. >> Oh, he's so into me. Be for real. He smirks again, opens the door, and gestures for you to follow him. Okay. All right. All right, Nael. Elemayo, let's go. Suddenly, all the oil lamps in the hall go out. Complete darkness. The guests gasp. The clang of a fallen goblet is heard along with someone's frightened shriek. Oh my god, bro. He's so bad, dude. What the F? Nah, I'm into

28:13 him. I'm into him for real. A second later, the light returns, but the jester is already standing in the center of the hall. Red petals fall slowly from above, swirling in the air. >> Ladies and gentlemen, those who have not yet fallen asleep from boredom or drowned in wine, I shall tell you a tale that will freeze the blood in your veins and make your hair stand on end. His voice booms. >> The sounds of the hall makes it louder. >> The tale of how, one day, a shadow descended upon us. Of how it slipped from out from underfoot and began to live its own life. And of what happens when a shadow meets the light. >> The guests are silent, enchanted. The jester raises his hands and claps twice. Clap, clap. The lamps go out again. Now, in the darkness, the shadows begin to move, huge, unnatural. They dance on the walls depicting battle, love, death. These are not mere shadows from the candles. They seem alive, moving on

28:59 their own. You feel a chill run across your skin. Somewhere in the corner, a stifled gasp is heard. What the F? Once upon a time, there was a little shadow. She appeared from nowhere, perhaps from a crack, perhaps from the void. She was alone and always hungry. She ate light first, tiny lights [music] then more and more lights, then the stars that hung low over the forest. With each bite, the shadow grew. It grew larger and stronger. One day, she crept up to a star to eat it. The shadow opened its mouth and suddenly heard music. She had never heard anything like it before. Before, she lived in solitude and silence. The shadow forgot why it had come. The shadow embraced the noisy rock and long

29:45 gazed at the rivers, the forests. She laid down on a cloud and began to listen, then to watch. And there, people danced, sang, and laughed. People were strange. They killed each other over a piece of meat and an hour later embraced and wept. They bore children in the mud and died with a smile if someone held their hand. They built houses that crumbled and built them again. The shadow did not understand why, but it liked it. She watched for days, weeks, years. She forgot about hunger. For the first time in her empty life, she was no longer lonely. It seemed to her that people were just like shadows, only fleshy and noisy. But the days grew ever brighter. The sun

30:30 grew stronger. It scorched the earth. The days grew longer and warmer. The seas and sands basked under the sun. See, the sun's real, guys. The sun is real. And the people warmed themselves, too. And the shadow grew angry. She had never known anger before, but now something hot and sharp was growing inside her. The shadow soared into the sky, enveloping the sun. She opened her toothy maw and devoured the sun. Then came silence and cold, eternal night. The shadow was pleased. She did not understand that she had done something wrong. Since then, people shiver, hunger, and fear. >> Oh, this is horrible. Wait, why are they bleeding? >> Some children born after that night were

31:16 strange, children of the night, strong, beautiful, and hungry. Thus, the shadow began to live among people. She seeks those who do not fear the dark to take them with her. >> Oh my god. Wow, that's so interesting. The shadows freeze. Silence falls. The lamps flare up again. The jester is already standing in his former place as if nothing had happened, adjusting his cap. From the hall, the guests' delighted rang out. That was incredible. How does he do that? I've never seen anything like it. The jester takes a bow, but for a second, his eyes meet yours. He winks almost imperceptibly. Okay, all right. Damn, he's sewing into me for what? What did I do? The light in the hall becomes steady again and the shadows vanish as if they were never there. The guests applaud. Someone whistles. Someone wipes

32:01 sweat from their brow. The jester raises a hand calling for silence. And now, after such a stirring tale, we need a spectacle. And who better than the guest of honor to help me with that? He turns to you. Okay. With a broad gesture, invites you to approach. Okay. I beg you, your highness. Do not deny us the pleasure. The guests part, clearing a path. You have no choice but to step into the center of the hall. The jester smiles, pulling a black silk ribbon from his belt, and deftly ties it over your eyes. Do not be afraid. I will not drop you. I promise. >> Oh, okay. You feel him easily scoop you up in his arm. Oh my god, as if you weigh nothing. Jesus, he's built, huh? You hear surprised gasps and muffled exclamations somewhere. Goblets clink. Someone laughs in admiration. The jester takes a few steps, then you feel him begin to sway slightly from side to side. The tension in the air grows.

32:48 After a few moments, you hear his whisper, "You may remove the blindfold now, your highness." Oh my god, he's so bad. What the F? Jesus Christ. All right, yeah, okay. All right, buddy. You remove the ribbon and realize you're sitting on a shoulder and he's balancing on a tall wooden ladder in the middle of the hall. God damn, and I was blindfolded this entire time? That's hot. That's hot. I'm sorry, guys. It's hot. Well, what can I say? I don't know. I guess this is my type. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. It just It first it was Piero, then it was that flow guy, now it's this kid. It's just the jesters, huh? They're just bad as [ __ ] Below, a crowd of guests mills about, frozen with heads raised. The light of the chandelier almost touches your hand. How did you Hush. Just look at them. They will burst with envy any moment now. A moment later, he finally speaks. Here, no one will disturb us. How is your mood, your highness? Um, I

33:34 like it here. Yeah, I quite like it here. It's quite nice. A pity you won't stay here long. What do you mean? You look down, the guests' faces look at you, their eyes fill with admiration, fear, and delight. Jester takes another step up and the ladder sways. The guests gasp. And now, the finale. He suddenly tosses you into the air like a feather. Oh my god, I did not consent to this, actually. I'm scared. You nearly touch the high ceiling of of the hall, but a second later, the stone floor is closer. You feel a moment of weightlessness, a tremor, and a panic. It happened so fast that you didn't even have time to scream. Oh my god, he just basically dropped me. You squeeze your eyes shut just before meeting the stone floor of the hall. Another moment, you're beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel. And then, you feel warm hands at your waist and under your knees. You open your eyes and see the jester who caught you just before the floor. Okay. God damn. The ladder crashes down on the table behind you, overturning plates and

34:20 goblets. The guests freeze at first and then burst into applause and cheers. Bravo. Amazing. The jester sets you on the on your feet and bows, stepping back into the shadows. Oh, bye. A The cry of one of the guests is heard. >> My doublet, all this slop on me. >> The ladder left by the jester fell onto the table and tipped a plate onto a stout gentleman. The maids are already bustling around the drenched guest, wiping him down and bringing napkins. He turned to thank the jester, but he [music] has vanished as it dissolved into the air. Two maids you already know, Eliza and Maria, run up to you. >> Oh my god, your highness, that was incredible. >> You are composure itself. >> Yeah, I don't know, man. I just trusted him. He just freaking launched me into the air. >> I thought my heart would stop. >> How could you agree to such a thing? >> I don't quite understand how it happened myself. >> Nael is simply mad, but an incredible performer. An unforgettable evening.

35:05 >> One of the maids whispers, "The jester has outdone himself tonight. I have never seen such a performance. They say he prepared it specially for you." >> Oh my god, he's so into me, guys. Jesus. >> Soon the feast will draw to a close. We will come for you and escort you so you may rest. [music] They dissolve back into the crowd. >> Who are you? >> From the shadow of a column, a man with an eye patch appears. In his hands he holds parchment and a quill. Your highness, forgive the intrusion. I am Mortalis, the local chronicler. He inclines his head slightly. I record all events that occur in the castle. Your arrival is undoubtedly the most significant in recent years. If you ever wish to learn the history of these places or simply talk of books, I am always in the library. >> Okay. All right. I'll remember Mortalis. Perhaps I'll stop by. >> I will wait with anticipation. Your story is only just beginning. He

35:51 vanishes as silently as he appeared. >> All right, bye. Oh my god, hello. >> A tall knight in full armor with his visor lowered approaches you. He stops 2 m away. >> Wait, okay. >> Your highness, I am Lorcan, the king's personal guard. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. He takes a step closer. I am always on duty. >> Um all right. >> The knight slightly inclines his head as a sign of respect. I am ready to serve you as I serve the king. Good night, your highness. He steps back into the shadow. >> Okay, you're hot, too. Damn, they're all just [ __ ] hot. >> [laughter] >> The feast is slowly winding down. The guests begin to disperse. Some say their goodbyes, others already make their way to the exit with unsteady steps. Outside the windows, the sound of hooves and creaking wheels is heard. Servants have arrived for their mad of masters. The candles burn low, leaving long shadows on the walls. You feel a slight weariness and a small tremor after what

36:38 you've been through. The maids who helped you this morning approach and gently take you by the arms. Your highness, it's time for you to rest. We will escort you to your chambers. The nightly ritual is soon, but you have time to catch your breath. Thank you. I feel that today has been too much. You walk through the empty hall past tables where half empty goblets and forgotten napkins still sit. The air smells of wine, wax, and wilting roses. You step out into the corridor. In the distance, you hear the voices of departing guests and laughter. The castle walls seem even taller and darker than this morning. When you reach the doors to your chambers, the maids release you. We will be nearby if you need anything. For now, rest. Soon, the nightly ritual awaits you. We will come for you when the time comes. Um oh god. You were left alone in the silence of the chambers. Outside of the window, a black sky stretches and only one moon lights the castle garden. You sit in the silence of your chambers. The candle on the table is burning low,

37:23 casting trembling shadows on the walls. The day was long. You replay faces, voices, words in your mind. So much has happened. But among all these faces, one surfaces most often, the jester Nail. His laugh, his cap, his bald jokes. LMAO. Lol. You are down bad. Huh. He seems frivolous, but in his eyes, you saw something greater. He knows the secrets of this castle and is not afraid to speak the truth. With him, you felt at ease and had fun even when he crossed lines. You feel he's not just a jester. He's a key to something important. Damn, boy. You're about to get married to the king and you're thinking about his jester. He's cooked. And you can't stop thinking about what he said. I like you, and that is dangerous. You sigh, pushing the thoughts away. Too many questions, too few answers. Suddenly, there's a soft knock at the door. Wonder who that could be. You lift your head. Ah, never mind. [ __ ]

38:09 you guys, dude. Thought it was the jester. I'm just kidding. I love you all. Your highness, you're not asleep. You open the door. On the threshold, stand the the same maids who helped you this morning. Come in. What happened? We were ordered to give you this. She holds out a folded sheet of parchment sealed with wax bearing the royal crest. You take the letter it, it in red. Sir Loy, I am canceling tonight's ritual. That's the king. You are too tired and I do not wish our first night to be marred by coercion. Rest. Tomorrow, everything will be different. Your Aurelian. You read the letter twice. It said nothing says nothing of reasons, only your of your fatigue. But you feel there's more to it than that. The king is hiding something. He canceled the ritual? >> Yes, your highness. The His highness ordered us to tell you that you should get a good night's rest. We can bring you warm milk or a herbal brew if you wish. >> No, thank you. I think I'll just sit here a while longer. The man exchange glances but nod.

38:55 >> We'll leave you then. If you need anything, call. They leave closing the door behind them. >> Interesting. You look at the letter again. Your thoughts are tangled. The ritual is postponed. Tomorrow, but what will change by tomorrow? You feel a strange relief and anxiety at the same time. The cling clear The cling The king clearly didn't want to speak of the real reason. What is he planning? You lie down on the bed trying to sleep, but sleep won't come. Too many questions, too many faces. You feel drawn into the castle corridors while it's quiet and dark. Perhaps there you'll find answers. You stand, throw on your cloak, and step into the corridor. We're going to go find that jester. The moon shines through the tall windows, its light tracing long shadows on the stone flags. You walk forward not knowing exactly where, but the shadows beckon you onward. To the left, a passage to the throne room and a bedroom. Straight ahead, >> [music] >> a dark staircase descending to the right, another door. Where should I go?

39:41 All right, let's go this way. You walk down a dark corridor. The silence is broken only by your footsteps. >> Hello? >> Suddenly in the distance you will notice a shadow. It is still and seems to be staring directly at you. Your heart begins to beat faster. [music] You freeze for a moment trying to understand what it is. The shadow slowly approaches. You hear footsteps, heavy and measured. You don't know if it is friend or foe. You must decide quickly. >> I'll run the [ __ ] away. >> You didn't wait, you spun around and ran. The footsteps behind you quickened, but you didn't look back. You turned the corner, then another, and finally find yourself before a familiar door. You ran to the corridor near your bedroom and stopped, catching your breath. Now all is quiet. No more footsteps are heard. Where to next? >> Anyways, let's not go back in there, okay? >> [laughter] >> Let's go here. Oh god, which way? Um eeny meeny oh, there's too many ways, huh? I don't know which one leads to the jester's quarters, guys. Let's try this one, left or right. Oh, let's go. Let's

40:27 go, jester. Let's go see him. Wait, that's not his room. I thought this was his room. This is where we went to last time, right? That he was there. He walked down the dark corridor. The silence is broken only by your footsteps. Again? So, in the distance you know a shadow. It's frozen still and seems to be staring right at Oh my god. Oh my god. Uh okay. It's the same thing, run the [ __ ] away. Wait, is that him? Wait, that actually might be him, chat. That might be the jester. Wait, what the F? You freeze in place. You Your feet feel as if they've ruined the floor. The shadow grows nearer. Your heart pounds so loudly it seems to echo through the entire corridor. But when the figure steps in the light, you see familiar features. It's Nail the jester. What? >> [snorts] >> Hi. What the [ __ ] is this, guys? What's going on? Y'all know I got to do it for the thumbnail. Y'all know it. Um Nail mutters curses. Dude, I thought you were trying to kill me, dog. I was so confused. I was like, wait, is that him?

41:13 Nail mutters curses under his breath, walking with a loud squelch, and shaking himself off like a wet cat. His cap is askew. His shirt clings to his body. Oh my god. And what a dress him is Why are you wet, dude? And not in that way, but you know what I mean, guys. Uh Your Highness, what a surprise. I just decided to take a moonlit swim. Very refreshing. Okay. Nail, you're soaking wet. What happened? What happened? Oh, nothing special. I just decided to check if someone had fallen into the well. Turns out it was me. He's so funny. He laughs when you notice how he quickly adjusts his shirt, covering something on his chest. What are you covering? Is it scars? Are you okay, man? You're hiding something. I can feel it. Oh, I am always hiding something. Oh, I'm always hiding something. It's my job. But don't worry, they'll take your secrets to the grave. Mine? You have no idea how boring they are. Something tells me it's not boring,

41:59 man. I got a feeling that you're You got some crazy [ __ ] He's got a crazy backstory guys. Let me help you. You're trembling all over. Help? Careful, Your Highness. I might get used to your kindness. Uh get used to it. Let's go. You didn't answer what happened. I fell into the fountain. Really? But don't ask how I ended up there. It's too stupid of a story even for a jester. He smiles but you see him nervously fidget with his bells. Okay. The jester looks at you more closely and his smile softens. But something's amiss, your highness. I see you're not asleep wandering the halls. What's wrong? Can't sleep [music] because of your thoughts. I just don't want to sleep. Oh, no. I know when I'm being lied to. I'm a jester. I can see it in your eyes. You're right, I can't I can't help if you remain silent. Okay, I'll tell you all my darkest deepest darkest secrets and everything about me

42:45 because low-key you're kind of hot, man. I don't know. The king canceled the ritual. He canceled it. I don't know what to think. Canceled? What a twist. I thought he was ready to sacrifice you for his mask or for his crown. He said I need a rest but I feel the reason is something else. Interesting. Very interesting. And do you know, your highness, I've heard he's not himself or he's hiding something. Perhaps he fears the ritual will reveal his secrets. The jester thoughtfully twirls the bells on his cap and suddenly grins. Or maybe he just has other plans for tonight. Rumor has it a maid visits him at night. Maybe he canceled the ritual to spend time with her and your rest is just an excuse. Bro, he's telling me that my [ __ ] husband's cheating on me and probably he probably is but I really don't care, honestly. I don't give a [ __ ] The last but notice is you're not smiling. Oh, not funny, is it? Sorry. I

43:30 sometimes forget my jokes can be inappropriate. He steps closer and touches your shoulder. Okay, and your touches are inappropriate. But seriously, if the king doesn't value you, if you feel he's not the one for you, I can arrange an escape. I know every passage in this castle. We can disappear forever and live freely without the burden of that terrifying mask. Are you seriously suggesting that I run away? Dead [music] serious. I don't joke when it comes to your freedom. I see you were not made for this cage and I can help you get out. But the king? The king will find another bride and you will find a life that suits you. I'll lead you through the secret passages and no one will find us. That sounds false. The jester looks at you and his gaze grows warmer. You are beautiful when you're worried. >> Oh my god, okay. >> And when you smile, quite unbearable. >> Now, you're just selling it to me, huh? I'm just so hot. I just met you today, but it's fine. It's all whatever. That's

44:17 good. Take me away, Neil. Are you joking again? Joking? Maybe. But if I were serious, would you run away with me or stay to find out what the mask hides? He steps closer, okay. And you smell the scent of water and something bitter. I could show you what true freedom is and what true feelings are without masks, without games. Neil. I know this is wrong. You belong to the king and I'm just a jester, but I can't stop thinking about you. His hand has touched your cheek and you feel his fingers tremble. Oh my god. I don't mean to scare you. I just want you to know, amidst all these walls and intrigues, there's someone who truly cares about you, even if he's wet and foolish. Oh my god, yeah. And this is on the wet, but not in that way. He pulls back and takes a step away, smiling. But enough gloom mongering. I must be going. And you need your rest.

45:02 Tomorrow is a new day and I hope you greet it with a smile. happened to running away? Well, weren't we going to do that [ __ ] You're leaving? I always leave when things get too serious. That's how I stay alive and merry. Good night, your highness. [music] At least he's honest, lol. He winks and vanishes around the corner, leaving you in this empty corridor with droplets of water on the floor and a multitude of questions. His words settle in your soul, stirring a strange warmth and unease at once. He's right. Tomorrow is a new day and you need to be ready. Oh, that was whack. That was so whack. He was He was like a dark shadow that was really freaky in the beginning, but okay. You return to your chambers. Fatigue weighs on your shoulders, but deep but sleep won't come. You approach the window to breathe the night air and suddenly you hear voices, quite muffled. They drift up from below. You cautiously peer out and see two figures in the shadow of the wall. It will all be ready in two days, at the wedding. Are you

45:48 sure no one will interfere? No one. In the commotion, no one will notice a thing. And the king's new toy? I'm the toy? Her role doesn't matter. The main thing is that everything goes smoothly. a dude, by the way. Killing will be easier in the chaos, all at once. Otherwise, there will be no end of trouble. Then it's decided. Neither us or them. Your heart skips a beat. They're talking about the wedding right underneath my window like a bunch of idiots because I'm listening to every word they're saying about someone dying. But who? [music] The king? You? One of the courtier courtier You don't know and that scares you more than if they named a name. You hear one of them snicker. It will all be decided soon. And jump out the window. All right. Y'all know I got to jump out the window just cuz for the plot. All right, let's go jump out the [ __ ]

46:33 window. You don't hesitate. You throw open the window and jump down. Hey, yo. The ground meets you too quickly. You hear a crack. Your foot twists and sharp pain shoots through your body. I'm an idiot. You fall to your knees unable to stand. This The conspirators turn around. One of them steps closer. He sits on top of you so you can't crawl. Oh my god. He raises a dagger over me. Forgive me, your highness. I did not wish for you to come to harm, but I cannot allow you to interfere. And then I just die. My bad. I won't be jumping out windows anymore, guys. All right. You can understand why you ended up here. Your death was in vain. Everything disappears. Oh, my bad, guys. Okay, we're not going to be jumping out of no windows, okay? Let's try to eavesdrop more. You freeze trying not to breathe. That's so funny how that's an option. I can just jump out the window. The voices grow quieter. Tomorrow at dawn in the chapel. >> [music] >> And not a word to anyone. They vanish into the darkness. You hear only fading

47:18 footsteps. Okay, I'm not going to self-destruct there, okay? It's fine. You step back from the window. [laughter] I just jump out the [ __ ] window. You step back from the window. Your heart is pounding. They were talking about a murder at the wedding. You know you should do something, but you don't know what. Suddenly, you hear a sound at the window. Someone is climbing the wall. Hello? Could it be one of them? You grab the candlestick ready to defend yourself. What the [ __ ] does this mean? Strike? Okay, I'm not going to do that cuz what if it's the jester? You lower the candlestick and say, "I saw I saw and heard nothing. If you do not harm me, I will keep your secret." A quiet laugh comes from the darkness. "I knew you wouldn't betray me." In the moonlight, you see a familiar face. Bro, what the [ __ ] Are you trying to kill somebody, bro? Is he the one who killed me when I jumped out the window? He definitely did when I jumped out the window. This kid is a murderer. The jester nail climbs over the windowsill with acrobatic ease

48:04 and lands in your room. I knew you wouldn't betray me. There's a special bond between us, isn't there? He grins and adjusts his cap, which slipped to the side and you notice how deftly he fixes the bells. I don't know, man. You literally stabbed me in the alternate universe, by the way. Well, perhaps you decided I'm too handsome to hand over to the guards. Don't deny it. I saw you smile when I carried you in my arms at the feast. You can't hide your emotions. Nail, what are you doing here? I wanted to see how you sleep, okay? Your highness. But you were awake, so I decided to entertain you. He steps closer and sits on the edge of the bed, kicking off his motley shoes and stretching like a contented cat. Besides, I couldn't allow you to spend this night alone. That would be far too boring for you and for me. And you, my king, see are not one who enjoys boredom. Are you always this pushy? Only when I see that someone is in need of company. And you, your highness, look as

48:51 though you've been thrown into a dungeon without a candle. He leans in and looks into your eyes as his smile softening. But I jest. Though seriously, something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes. You're not merely awake. You're brooding over something heavy. Let me guess. The king, the wedding tomorrow, or something else. You remain silent, unsure what to speak whether to speak. Jester sighs and runs a hand over his cap, gazing at you thoughtfully. I know I'm a jester, but I'm no fool. I can see you're hesitating. Perhaps I'll tell you my secret to lighten the mood. What secret? I was relaxing in the hammam when suddenly a maid ran in. The very one who, they say, sneaks to the king at night. I was so startled that I slipped on the wet floor and fell straight into the basin. She saw me and ran off with a shriek. He laughs, but something mischievous and slightly embarrassed flickers in his eyes. But where was the king? There was no one there. He was

49:37 probably busy with his secrets. So I

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