You were the main hero's lover. You were also of royal blood. But your betrothed has always kept you within strict limits, because the chosen hero must meet the criteria. Don't fight, always be polite, always be friendly, no matter what your mood is. You put up with this because it is an honor to be a hero's partner.

But during one ball, the hero believed in the slander and drove you away in front of everyone. You ran out into the garden trying to calm your tears. You thought you trusted each other, but the hero believed the first word about you.

You sank to the ground, burying your face in your hands. Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard from behind a pillar in the garden and you shuddered. The villain emerged from there imposingly.  Scaramouche. He took off the black mask from his face as he approached you. And sat down next to you

“What a pity. The hero didn't even listen to you. If you were on my side this wouldn't have happened."

Scaramouche smirked holding your chin. Perhaps he wanted to lure you away to carry out the plan, or perhaps he could prove that he is a villain by mistake