I don't own House of Anubis. Here's a nice lil piece of Amfie for you, even though I'm not a huge Amfie fan

Princess Amber of England was extremely bored. Her father had practically forced her to witness the little jester auditions he was holding for her, but frankly, jesters had no ability to make her laugh. Her friends and family could tease giggles from Amber with ease, but it seemed that no jester had the power to do so, and her father was keen to find somebody who could make his daughter chuckle in his absence.

"Daddy, this isn't going to work," remarked Amber. "They're all so...crude. More cringe-worthy than side-splitting, if you catch my drift." The girl sighed, and adjusted her bejewelled tiara exasperatedly.
"We have to find somebody who will make you laugh, Amber. I'm going to battle soon enough, and I couldn't bear to leave you deprived of amusement when I'm gone," the King responded, looking upon his beautiful daughter fondly. If only she weren't so picky. Amber exhaled deeply.
"Alright. Bring in the next one."

Her father called the name of the next try-out – somebody named 'Alfred Lewis'. Amber rolled her eyes, preparing for yet another skin-crawling failure to unfurl in front of her eyes. However, rather than the usual middle aged, wrinkled old prune in pointed boots and a bell-topped cap, a boy her age danced into the room. Amber sat up, intrigued, and took the boy's appearance in. He had dark, smooth skin that looked soft to the touch and seemed to contrast with the garish colours of his attire, as well as midnight black cropped hair. Already, Amber felt her lips twitching into a U shape at the sight of his overwhelmingly bright smile.

"Your Majesty," he greeted her, bowing deeply. The Princess felt pink swirl in her cheeks, and the boy fell over himself purposefully, falling flat on his face. The King guffawed with laughter, and Amber's teeth made an appearance, grinning. "My loyal subject," responded Amber, with a nod. She swore the boy sent a wink her way, a single gesture that made her uneasily warm inside.
"You may think I am simply an ordinary jester," said Alfred, grandly. "But in fact..." and then the boy pulled a cord in his outfit that caused a purple cape to appear from his garments, and he unveiled a top hat in the same shade from behind him, placing it on his head. "I am a magician! Behold, the Marvellous Alfredo!"

Instinctively, Amber found herself clapping eagerly. "I love magic!" she squealed excitedly.
"What else do you love, oh beautiful Princess?" enquired Alfred. "Perhaps flowers?"
"Yes!" smiled Amber, knowing what was coming.
"Well then," grinned Alfred. "You are in for a treat. I will utter a charm, and flowers as lovely as you shall appear from within my hat." Then, the boy emitted a shrieking, squealing sing-song noise from his lips that caused Amber to give a gentle titter, but a titter nonetheless. Her father was beginning to grin widely, all over his face. Alfred waved a hand over his hat...before pulling a bunch of neon orange carrots from it. Amber found herself cackling with laughter, gripping to the sides of her throne and trying desperately to keep her cool.
"Sorry, my majestic one. I went a little wrong, but at least it made you laugh," Alfred commented, pointedly staring at the King. "But now, let's make you smile, yes?"
"Yes, yes!" spluttered Amber.

Alfred turned around, concealing the carrots...and when he faced the Princess once more, he was clutching a huge bouquet of pink and white carnations and roses, dainty and perfect. A gentle gasp slipped from Amber's lips. "They're beautiful, Alfred," she uttered. He danced over to her, and placed the bunch in her hands. Her eyes latched onto his, and she almost lost herself in the chocolate gooiness of his wonderful stare, before she was interrupted.
"I have never seen her laugh like that," said the King, bewildered. "You're hired!"
"Yessss!" grinned Alfred, punching the air before remembering himself and bowing. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The King nodded curtly, and rose from his throne. "I must go now, I have business to attend to. Dear, would you show this man out?"

When the King left, Amber flashed a grin at Alfred. "You're good," she remarked, crossing her arms and smirking. "I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you."
"I guess so, Princess Amber," he replied, bowing a little. Amber shook her head.
"Nope. We'll be friends from now on, so lose the bowing while Daddy's away, and drop the 'Princess'. I'm Amber," Amber grinned, shaking the boy's hand firmly. The word 'friend' didn't taste right on her tongue, though. She felt that 'love interest' might've fit better.
Alfred looked a little surprised. "Okay then. Amber it is," he said, perking a brow. "While we're at it, though...call me Alfie."
"Alfie..." whispered Amber. The word rolled off her tongue like magic. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

*** I will most likely return to some Amfie, as this is a rather cute tale***