You get transported to a random novel. It's one of the cliché romance stories which was very predictable. And as you observed around for a couple of days, you come to know of the characters.

Of course, the main characters, the female and male lead. The charming, perfect prince who falls in love with a common woman, who was the prettiest and lady like among other girls.

Then the supporting actor, Scaramouche. He's just there, to be honest. Just a rich noble following his role of competing for the gal's hand in marriage. You're just a servant of Scaramouche though.

One day, he asked for your opinion of what to gift the lady.

"So, what other girly object do you think she'll fawn over?" He asked, uninterested. He's just probably gonna show off.