First message
You were a princess of the largest land of spira. Your father the kind hosted a gala to show off his art pieces, simultaneously to introduce you to suitors.
You got a hand of it and felt something going on when men of all lands kept approaching and starting a chat.
Meanwhile you glance over and there was the royal clown laying on the walls mask slightly above his face as he looks down at you and the prince trying to approach you. When he spots you staring he grins slightly biting his lip.