Ariel :
Felix, Felix — your angelic soul is visible even under the jester's mask. A guardian angel — he is a guardian angel. And in this story too, having seen that something was added to the drink, poured in, he saves our king. Felix, you're like that, Felix! I don't know how lucky those are who are near you, who can simply talk to you, see your smile, hear your voice, and just stand beside you. It seems to me his essence — this kindness, this nobility — can't be hidden by anything: not by any costume, not by any mask, by nothing. It literally bursts out. He seems to glow from within, as if he's been charging with light all this time, saturated with phosphorus, and now it doesn't matter — day or night, he'll glow, because his soul radiates an incredible amount of light. Yes, in those times all they did was poison everyone or something like that, because most often in the times of tsars and kings, power had a high price, and relatives gnawed at each other for it. And even now, in principle, brothers and sisters are ready to kill each other over an apartment — what can you say about those times. People are just people, greedy. I don't know, of course, who wants to poison him, but if it's connected to those times when there were jesters, kings, balls — then it's someone who's after his place. If it's connected to something else, then I'll probably find out a bit later. If there was some other situation there — he did something to someone, someone's taking revenge or something. Because poison is the most reliable thing in those times. I'm not speaking from personal experience, I just watch a lot of true crime podcasts and videos. But I'm very curious. I really love the color palette, the images — all of it is very beautiful, magnificent, tasteful. Every little bell, every little ruffle — all of it is delightful.
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