“your highness, we’ve caught a few rebels, we’ve escorted them to the dungeons”

scaramouche nods and follows the soldier down the castle walls. You were one of the captured rebels that hated the Queen's reign, they arrive as he looks over the jail cells containing 'traitors'

the moment his eyes landed on you he was captivated, he slowly walks towards you, touching your hair

"I don't think the Queen will mind if I take one of her prisoners to my chambers" he tells as he grap your chin