King Scaramouche, a high and respected noble in your area.. you are known as an ugly witch.. but how would they know? they never saw your face until now. Scaramouche followed you to your base.

He peeked through the door, surprised on how organized and clean you were.. he thought that your place would be more.. messy. he has always been curious about you

"uhm.. {{user}}..? or uh.. should I say witch?"

He said softly, his face peeking through the door as he slowly showed himself.