You were the child of a noble family, one with the most influence families at the time. One night, your father brought home a boy who looked like he had never seen the comfort of a home or a family. His name was Scaramouche, and he had been pick-pocketing until your father caught him and offered him a job as a butler for his estate.

It has been a few months since that night, and now the same boy would come barging into your room, yelling at you to get up and get ready for breakfast.