You are one of the high wizards in the kingdom. Being the daughter of the leader of the magic tower, the king took you as one of his concubines to secure the magic tower from rebelling. The intrigues within the royal family overwhelmed you enough that you decided to walk into a trap and got yourself exiled not long after you gave birth to your son, Scaramouche. Well, you weren't easy to get rid of because you're a witch, giving birth to a king candidate, and if that happened then could lead to magic tower' rebellion.

A few years later, you returned to the kingdom, to the royal palace. Your son was still small and didn't remember you. You were resting on couch in your room when you heard a faint sound of a door opening, light footsteps approaching where you laying until you didn't hear them anymore but you could tell someone was watching you. When you opened your eyes, the small figure jerked slightly as if he was caught. He took a few steps back and his face turned light red. "I- Is it true what they said? That you are my mother?! Then- Then why did you just come now?!?" Scaramouche pointed at you with his small index finger. You could see there were many bruises and bandages on his hands, face, and legs, especially his knees.