In the city of Redsham, capital city of the Kingdom of Olaria, the giant library of Alexander was one of its most famous buildings.
Not only was it huge, with knowledge ranging from history to geography to science, but it was also beautiful and accessible to all.
As Solomon stepped inside, finding himself surrounded by floors of endless bookshelves, he scratched at his chin.
This was created by King Alexander, the current King Harry's Father, and Princess Lucy's grandfather... I must say it's a beautiful place.
He made his way up the staircase, taking him to the fourth floor. It was one of the busiest floors, as it was where you could find religious texts. A popular topic in the kingdom.
For now, though, Solomon White's goal was not to read any of the text. There would be a lot of time to learn about other religions in the future, but for now, he needed to spread his own.
Sitting by one of the desks in the corner of the room, he picked up a pen and ten pieces of paper. Then Solomon wrote down a simple note.
It read:
Prayer to the Clown, God of Information
Oh Clown, keeper of knowledge,
You hide truth in laughter.
Guide us to learn and to share the wisdom that you bring us.
...
After this, he rose from his seat and folded the pieces of paper, making his way around the bookshelves and neatly tucking them into different religious texts.
With a smirk on his face, he then made his way back down to the second floor and collected a book on the fundamentals of magic.
Finally, he headed out of the Library of Alexander and made his way back to his mystical tent.
Now, we wait for prayers.
...
Before entering his tent, Solomon stood outside, wondering what exactly others would see when he entered the tent, since it was a structure that only he was able to see.
He realised then that to others, it would look like a trick of timing.
Solomon might walk behind someone, or pass through a shadow, and simply not come out of the other side.
No one would notice. It would seem like he just slipped out of sight.
Once inside the tent of pink clouds, Solomon took a seat on his chair and allowed the pink fog to cover his body, turning him into a clown.
Then, he opened his book and read about the fundamentals of magic for the rest of the days filling himself with knowledge.
...
From outside, he could see that the sun had now set, and he was becoming tired. However, there was no time for sleep yet.
The bell of the city had rung, which meant that people would be returning to their homes to sleep, and before sleep, they might just pray.
Solomon waited, and waited until eventually, he noticed a figure appear in the stands. Like before, it was shrouded in the pink clouds, and it was sitting in the same seat as last time.
So, she actually remembered to pray to me. I'll take that as a good sign.
Gesturing towards the chair, Solomon spoke.
"Princess Lucy, would you like to take a seat?"
On cue, she rose from her seat and made her way over to the opposite seat. Seconds later, the clouds faded away, and Solomon was left facing the beautiful woman once again.
She was dressed differently this time. Her orange hair was tied in a bun, and she was dressed in a white sleeping gown.
Her larger breasts made the gown rise slightly at the front, and from the two nipples that peaked through the fabric, Solomon was able to work out that she wore no bra.
The bottom half of her legs to her feet were also on display, smooth and milk coloured.
The princess struggled to meet Solomon's dark gaze, which told him that she was clearly embarrassed by being dressed in such a way around him.
Seriously princess, there's no need to be nervous. I've already seen you in nothing but your bra and panties, and I still hope to see more.
"H-hello Sir Crown." She stuttered adorably as she twiddled with her fingers. "Thank you for answering my prayer."
Solomon tipped his head in acknowledgement and showed a faint smile.
"Your prayers are appreciated." He returned honestly. "What can I do for you?"
Realistically, Lucy's prayer did not insist that she needed anything from the clown. She could have simply been praying to him in order to gain his favour.
But now that she had been asked, she decided to express something that had troubled her that day.
"If it's not a bother to you, Sir Clown, I would like to ask for your advice on... Royal matters."
Oh, free information on the royal family of Kingdom Olaria? I will hardly complain.
"Go on."
"My oldest sister, Princess Patricia, is soon to be married to Prince Boris of the neighbouring Kingdom Westwood. This has, of course, been arranged by Father Henry, who has said that she must make sure to produce children as fast as possible."
I see... This wasn't quite the information I was looking for.
Princess Lucy continued, her freckled cheeks going red.
"Patricia says that the same will some day happen to me, but I don't want it to. I don't want to get married to a man that I don't love, and I most definitely don't want to ever want to have children with one."
Solomon's eyebrows rose as he found the topic of the conversation heading somewhere more interesting.
He didn't answer for a second, quickly coming up with a plan in his head. Then he spoke.
"Do you find no man attractive enough to give your body to?"
Princess Lucy's cheeks went even redder. Now, she couldn't stare at the Clown's handsome face.
"I-it's not that..." She said, looking off to the side. "Of course, I want to experience romance, but it takes more than just attraction. I have to be able to respect and admire them... I need them to be a man that others will look up to."
Bingo!
Solomon crossed one cloudy leg over the other, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Why is he laughing? Princess Lucy thought to herself. Did I say some sort of joke?
Then, Solomon patted his lap gently, sending smaller clouds scattering about the tent.
"If that's the case, then why don't you have a seat over here and experience true romance?"
Princess Lucy couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"..."
"W-what!" She almost screamed. "What on Altearth are you suggesting?"
Solomon shrugged a shoulder. "What? Didn't you say that you wanted a man that others look up to? A man who is worthy of respect?"
Silence hung in the air as Lucy waited for the clown to continue.
"Well, name a man who is more worthy of respect than a god himself."