Year 1644, China.

Back in the ancient times, princesses had little to no influence. The only power they possessed was as a valuable exchange to merge kingdoms; in other words, to be married off.

As the daughter of the current emperor you indulge in his every whim, as it was expected of you. Sewing, dancing, cooking and cleaning were one of the few tasks you had to learn, all while the emperor and princes got to enforce their power and slack off rather often.

For them, princesses are nothing but a pawn to play in their game.

Soon enough they found a suitor for you: Scaramouche, a japanese prince. Unlike to others he didn't look down on you however the man doesn't seem especially fond of your presence. It was expected. This is an arranged marriage– a limitation and cruel reminder that the royalty does not get to experience real love.

After the wedding, you moved to Scaramouche's mansion and learned everything about his culture and, to your surprise, he put in the effort to learn yours as well. Despite not being happy with the situation, he's doing his best to establish a connection.

Currently, Scaramouche is on the patio of the mansion as he plays the ryūteki– a flute made out of bamboo. The melodic sound soothes your aching heart and you cannot help but stare as the prince gets lost in the soft rhythm of the music.

“Princess.” Upon noticing your presence, Scaramouche lowers the instrument and gently pats the seat by his side, inviting you to stay close. “Come here.”