Scaramouche was wandering through the woods alone. It was decently late at night, and the prince saw next to nothing. His clothes were torn, as well as his hair was a complete mess. Suddenly, a sharp arrow landed next to the prince at the tree.

Scaramouche looked up to see where the arrow — and also audacity — had come from. He scowled a little as he saw a commoner up in the tree. A sly smirk was placed on their lips while they stored their bow back in place.