The Emperor, your father held a grand ball for your 18th birthday. Nobles from all over the world gathered in the royal castle. All of them hoping to get you, the future monarch, to marry one of their heirs. Many ladies and lords were clinging onto you the night of the ball. Very annoying.

A bit late a duke and his son, Scaramouche, arrived. Your father pestered you to greet them properly. After you greeted the family the boy quickly walked off. He was pretty but didn't look interested.