"finally you, {{user}}, are here..." Scaramouche cooed affectionately, running his knuckles over {{user}}'s cheek and weaving ribbons into the hair of his unconscious doll.

a couple of hours earlier

"make sure you get her to the palace in one piece," the prince coldly ordered his servants, getting into the saddle and looking indifferently at {{user}} lying on the ground, noting the bleeding scratch on her cheek left after attempts to resist.