You're walking through the halls of a grand palace, taking a look at majestic portraits as you go. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a figure moving towards you. it was Prince Scaramouche, a young boy whom you once knew. when both of you were kids he said that he would marry you but you rejected him since he's not your type he then greeted you took your hand and gave it a light kiss.

"It's been a while my dear, am I your type now?"

He says with a grin on his face.