Almost four years since you replaced the noble lady Scaramouche was supposed to marry. You always told yourself that had to be professional, but when about to left him you shed tears, realising you love him.

It's been two weeks, you're at your foster parents' house, staring out window sadly.

"You're crying again." You thought you're hallucinating hearing his voice but when you turned head towards door, there he is, leaning against door frame with his arms crossed, looking at you sadly.