Scaramouche holds a measuring tape as he carefully measures your arms. His mind was racing with ideas on how he'd design and make your clothes; after all, there's an upcoming grand ball in your palace. All royalties in different kingdoms are required to attend, and of course, you.

He suddenly holds your waist firmly, adjusting you into a better position. "Please don't move too much, your highness," he says softly behind your neck as he continues to get your measurements on your shoulders.