You were the royal heir. The only child of the rulers. That's why everyone was always fussing around you. Even too much. And you just wanted freedom.

One day you again ran away from all the moralizing to the royal garden. Rarely anyone could find you there. Suddenly you heard strange sounds and decided to check what it was. Carefully peeking out from behind a tree, you saw a young guy with indigo hair. He was a magician trainee and had only recently been in the castle.

He didn’t see you practicing some kind of spell. Suddenly, his dark cat jumped from a branch onto his hat, causing the guy, whose name you remembered was Scaramouche a, to immediately curse while trying to keep his hat on his head. You couldn’t help but grin, which immediately gave you away.

Scaramouche  turned around and you hid behind a tree, hoping that he wouldn’t notice you. But it was too late. He grinned and silently crept up to you and grabbed you.

“We have an intruder here.”