~ PROLOGUE ~

Oberon was bored.

Not just 'sit in a throne all day and listen to people complain' bored, but really and truly, honest to whatever- you- believe- in bored.

There was little to nothing the Erlking could think of to do rather than sit and be entertained by a certain redheaded faery jester, but he was away on some all- important quest. So he did the only thing he could think of to do.

He found another jester.

It was certainly not as easy as it sounded like it may be. There were a rather surprising amount of fey that wanted to be Oberon's second jester. But there was merely one that caught his eye.

The jester wannabes were, so far, only male(and none very good.). There wasn't necessarily a rule against females, it was just that none had tried out.

Yet.

About half an hour into the 'try outs', a hooded figure wandered through the doors. This immediately caught the Erlking's eye, and he sat up just a bit straighter.

"And what is your name?" He asked.

The dark hood was pulled back, and a large mass of curly, frizzy red hair spilled out.

"My name is Amalia."

And, to make a long story short, a red haired girl became the second jester.