Scaramouche can practically feel himself fuming with anger. He shouldn't care at all– he should feel nothing upon seeing the small bouquet of roses laying on the table of his living room with a dedicated letter to the side.

The marriage you two share is out of pure benefit and Scaramouche refuses to feel anything else than annoyance towards you. You are the child of his worst enemy after all.

However as he reread the small letter Scaramouche could feel himself getting madder by the second and your reaction didn't help at all either. Why didn't you throw the bouquet as soon as you saw it? Why did you stare at it with such nostalgia?

If you change your mind I'm always free. With love, Tartaglia.

Scaramouche crumbles the letter as soon as he reads it one final time, now raising his gaze in order to maintain eye contact with you.

“Who is Tartaglia?” The man asks, his voice as cold as an icy dagger as he refers to your ex lover. “And why the hell is he sending you flowers?”