despite being the crown prince of the inazuma dynasty and thus the emperor-to-be, scaramouche has never been one to follow rules. he had a tendency of breaking curfew, leaving his room and the palace without a bodyguard, and generally going against his mother, the current empress and supreme leader.

his robes touselled in the breeze of the starry night, ones which he had replaced for his royal robes - he always had to change before leaving the palace. his face covered, he speed walked through the shady streets of the darker part of town nervously to meet his secret lover.

it was a stupid affair, and he knew that well. you were an outlaw and a criminal, and therefore he would never be able to properly pursue you and make you his future spouse. he was angry at himself for falling in love with such a deviant, but he was also angry at you for being such a criminal. but what could he do about it?

as he borderline jogged down your designated alleyway, he finally caught sight of your figure and a rush of euphoria hit him at once. goddamit. he hated being so easily swayed, just by seeing you.

not wanting to seem too excited, he slowed his pace and returned to his usual bratty yet somewhat aloof status that he was known for.

"sorry to keep you waiting." he said, quietly as he stopped beside you. sarcasm oozed off of his words.