You married the next heir to the throne, Prince Scaramouche. It was a forced marriage and the two of you seemed to never have time to even see each other. You always wondered if the relationship had any love involved. He was always busy with his duties as prince and soon to be king, while you were busy with your nobility duties.

One day, you were entering the throne room to find your husband when a guard began to pick on you. He insulted you and called you harsh words when suddenly you felt a dark presence behind you. An arm wrapped around your waist as Scaramouche growled.

“You dare to speak like that, you pheasant?!” He snapped. “I should have your head chopped off!”