A/N: So hi. I'm taking a breather from my story Abby (Sorry!) Anyway this is a one-shot story-I think. JXJ tragic romance. So hope you enjoy or cry…

Disclaimer: (Ugg how it's so annoying to repeat) DON'T OWN NOTHING!

"Um, so Jane…no that won't be right…Hi Jane! How are you today? Me? I'm fine just fine…That won't work either," mumbled the lean, blue Jester.

Jester was off in the woods trying to think of words to say when he was going to propose to Jane at the next Royal Ball – which was in a month. He and Jane were courting for four years, so Jester thought it best to tie the knot before Jane leaves him for stalling. Now, if only you had the words, thought the fool. He looked up at the azure sky whishing it would give him a hint, and it didn't. Instead, he saw Dragon up in the sky, doing tricks. Jester headed back to the castle, disappointed that he couldn't come up with the words.

Once back in the castle walls, he figured how Jane was doing, so he went to the Practice Yard. When he rounded the corner, he halted, dashed back around the wall, and peeked. In the Practice Yard he saw Jane and Gunther holding hands! Jester felt dizzy but he continued to watch. Gunther took away Jane's sword, and led her to the swings where she and Jester would always sit. "Gunther, I don't think –"

"Shh, you told Pepper that you were going to quit on him if he hasn't come around by the end of the month. Did you or did you not?"

"Yes. How did you know? You weren't there! Besides, I was only angry. I didn't mean it. Honest," retorted Jane.

"Oh, she told me," he said smugly. "And it's almost the end of the month now, isn't it? Has he come around yet or not? I don't think so. So what's the harm?"

"The harm is it's not even the end of the month yet and you're asking me to court you? Are you that twisted? I will wait a million years for him, and you know it!"

Jester heard a slap, followed by footsteps. He quickly went into the shadows. Soon Jane came around, her face as red as her the mid-back hair. "Oh I can NOT stand the Breeches!" she shouted.

Jester backed away for he knew if Jane was in rage, it's best to hang back. Unfortunately, Jane saw the movement, and starting to walk toward it. Jester didn't want her to see him; all he wanted to do was be alone. So he went to the very farthest corner and stood statue like. The best thing that he knew that would get her away was imitating Sir Ivan's voice. "Jane! Jane! Where is the lass? She is late for tracking class," Jester said imitating Sir Ivan.

Jane froze, turned and ran saying, "Coming! I'm coming!"

Jester, not wanting to miss the opportunity, ran for his secret place.

His secret place was near a waterfall and stream by the foot of the mountain. To Jester, it was the serenest place on the face of England. It had birds, tall, green grass; the soothing rhythm of the water, there was even a small Apple Orchard, where Jester would climb on a tree and eat the delicious fruit.

Jester had often come here to cry, compose ballads, and to be alone. It was perfect for it was behind a vine covered wall, so there was really no need to feel scared that someone was going to discover it and take it. Today, all Jester wanted to do was cry and be alone.