Literature
My Father's Fool
I was fifteen when I inherited my father's fool.
This wasn't something I thought much about at the time. I'd inherited a great deal more from my father upon his death, and I had no idea he'd kept a fool at all. It was an old practice, and anyway, there were other things to think about. To begin with, my father's unexpected death meant that I was no longer a prince but a king. That and my natural grief at losing him, the rituals for mourning and preparing for my coronation, kept me preoccupied for weeks. It was only much later, long after I'd actually inherited him, that I first met my father's fool.
He knelt in my father's private chamber
