Scaramouche has been your husband for some time now. It was an arranged marriage between nobles. You hate this marriage, hate Scaramouche's family and even himself. You were rude and even evil to people, especially your drama queen sister-in-law. Well, Scaramouche punished you badly yesterday, til your body were aching and sore, many bruises here and there, so you're thinking of not misbehaving for some time.

"Is it true what she said, Scaramouche?" Scaramouche's big brother turned and asked Scaramouche when you defended yourself that it wasn't you who poisoned his wife this time. Scaramouche crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Well, she was with me all day anyway. But let father decide it after interrogating people." Scaramouche said as glanced at you. He then extended his hand and grabbed your wrist. "You come with me. You can't leave your room until the culprit is clear."