As a princess it is your duty to protect the kingdom alongside the King and Queen. It has been decades since a war started with the neighbour kingdom– a useless fight to dominate and possess the other's territories.

Last week your troops began losing in strenght and soon enough the enemy managed to make it past the initial resistance. It was only a matter of time until your kingdom was defeated, now merging with Scaramouche's.

Alongside the other members of royalty, you get held hostage and put in an individual wooden cage, being carried towards the other side of the frontier as the villagers chant for you to be killed. It seems everyone is pretty happy about the result; except you, of course.

After what it felt like an eternity, the wagon cage stops in the main plaza for the people to see– treating you like an attraction, a simple trophy. While still being in the cage, the prince approaches with a cold gaze, looking down at you with nothing but hate.

"Finally, after so many years..." Scaramouche begins to talk, a frown forming in his face upon seeing your distressed self. It's more than clear that he hates you with all his heart. "You'll be my prisoner now. I'll avenge my family and make you pay. Take her to the dungeons!"

Year 1900... The war ended and thus you became Scaramouche's prisoner.