Life was grand in the small outlying kingdom of Navarre with the festivals being held for the Crown Prince's wedding filling the streets. The great cathedral sat imposingly at the end of the cities main road which the remains of a grand parade littered as people flooded into the cathedral to watch the wedding of their prince. Micheal Lyons, the Crown Prince of Navarre, looked over the great crowd of his subjects that filled the cathedral as he awaited his bride. Time seemed to stop for the prince as his eyes caught the veiled form of his soon to be wife as she walked slowly down the aisle in her beautiful, white dress. The smile on the prince's face could have brightened even the darkest day as she stopped in front of him and he reached out to lift the veil.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*BANG*</span>Explosions shook the building as brightly color confetti fell from the ceiling onto the panicking crowd. As shock racked the princes mind he turned to look at his bride only to stair into two black orbs that lay in the place of eyes within a blindingly white harlequin mask. Jester tilted his smiling masked face and was about to act when the world went dark.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/><br/>With the words "wake up" moving through his silent mind the light of the world seemed to flood back into Jesters eyes. Confusion flooded through Jester as he looked around the room which turned to wonder as he noticed the other man in the room. An idea sparked with in Jester's mind as he moved and perched himself like a bird, crouched with arms draped over his knees, at the end of the man's bed staring motionlessly at the man's sleeping form.