The court jester was quite a mystery to her, as the times she saw him alone he seemed completely different. He had buried his face in his hands and cried, unaware of the lady watching him in wonder. The strangest thing was the huge grin plastered on his face. His smile made her weary, but she took a deep breath and walked up to the weeping man.
The lady stopped in front of him, and didn't say a word. He wiped his tears quickly and looked up with a cheerful face.
"Hello, my lady. May I help you with something." he chuckled with a more inviting grin than the one she saw before. She didn't respond to the jokester. She simply looked at him with a frown and a disapproving look in her eyes. The jester's facade didn't falter though, the result of years of practice. "Hello," he said, trying to get the lady to speak up.
In one foul swoop she pulled the jester into a tight embrace, his head resting on her shoulder. The lady stayed like that, trying to show him that she was there for him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back, but his grin didn't fall and neither did his tears.
How could one let go of a mask they had carried around for so long? Even in love he wouldn't, and couldn't.