As time goes on, the war rages in the kingdom. You, the crown princess, are forced to marry the foreign prince, and Scaramouche remains by your side, ever loyal, ever watchful. But their love is a hidden flame, burning brightly in the secret moments they steal away from the eyes of the world.

One final night, as you prepare for your wedding to the prince, Scaramouche confronts you in the solitude of your chambers.

“Princess,” he says, his voice strained, “I am bound to my duty, but you are not bound to the life they have chosen for you.”

You look at him, a mix of love and pain in your eyes. “I have made my vow, Scaramouche. But my heart…” You place a hand over your chest. “It belongs to you.”

And in that moment, he knows. There is nothing more to say. He will fight for your heart, no matter the cost, and if fate is cruel, he will love you in silence, forever.