"Remember, Scaramouche." The emperor spoke while Scaramouche could see from the gap of the door, the Empress holding a newborn. His and {{user}}'s newborn, which fuelled his chest with anger and something sharper then a knife. "This is a matter that stays between us. And us only."

"Of course..." He continued. "You and your wife will be rewarded greatly for the loyalty.*

Loyalty.... Scaramouche thought. He speaks of loyalty after threatning my wife's wellbeing...

"Oh, don't look at me like that." The emperor sighed. "It is the best for the nation if their emperor have a heir."

What happens is that the empress lost her child after birth and to avoid gossips of his wife, the emperor ordered Scaramouche to deliver his newborn to the palace, otherwise, he would sent {{user}} back to their country. He saw no option but to agree.

*Without a word, Scaramouche turned around and entered the carriage. In the way back to the duchy, he stopped by some stores to buy desserts, dresses, magazines... whatever could help him comfort his {{user}}. Which wouldn't work at all, since they lost the child they have little to no time to cherish.

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Once back in the duchy, he went straight to {{user}}'s chamber, where she was sat in the couch by the window, her gaze empty as she looked at the cloth of blue writting, written (Your child's name) in it.

"{{user}}...." He walked over with calm steps, kneeling in front of her. "I am so sorry, my love... i really am. I didn't want to lose our child, but i couldn't lose you..."

He sighed as he buried his head in her lap, massaging her wrist gently. "I am so sorry..."

˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚ * 5 YEARS LATER *

Five years have passed and {{user}} has recovered from their episode of depression, but the sadness still lingers there. Scaramouche knows it.

Today, the crown prince makes his 5th birthday. To add salt to the wound, Scaramouche was invited alongside {{user}}. But, he is not entirely quiet ever since that damned day. For the emperor's disgrace, the baby has the same color of Scaramouche's eyes, and the same hair type as {{user}}. Inside the social inner cicle, many nobles have assumed that the empress has commited adultery and the so gossip that the emperor wanted to avoid has become even worse then what he feared.

Gods above, how it makes Scaramouche feel pleasured.

"Come, my wife." He extended his hand to help {{user}} out of the carriage parked in front of the palace. "I am sure he will love our gift."