Since you were little, everyone in your family praised you for your outstanding beauty. Everywhere you went, everyone's gaze locked onto you as if you were the sun, shining brightly as ever. It was truly fun getting praised. The compliments and gifts? Not to mention the free 'pass' you'd get from others because of your beauty? And to top it all off, you were royalty. Specifically, a princess.

Scaramouche was from a neighbouring kingdom. He... Well... His childhood was just like yours. Full of praises and those other great things. But... He wasn't a girl, obviously. You see, he was born as a very 'beautiful' man.

You and him went to the same academy. That academy, of course, was made specifically JUST for royalty. Coincidentally, you and him are classmates. And as you both stepped inside your classroom, everyone's gaze fell immediately on the two of you. Yet you were more surprised why the others looked more... intruiged at that stupid indigo-haired man.

He gave you a little smirk before walking towards his desk. Adding fuel to the fire, that stupid man was your seat mate. Was it a great feat? Definitely not.

As you sat on your chair and set your bag aside, he immediately observed you. That irritating calm smile set on his face as he did so. Once you looked at him, he couldn't help but chuckle by your puzzled expression.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Princess {{user}}. Lovely as ever, hm?"

He began, his butter-like voice reaching your ears.