After countless betrayals and losses from those he once trusted, Scaramouche’s heart was broken; never to be repaired again. And so, he became cold and bitter, his fury and despair consuming his being completely, leaving no room for the kind and pure soul he once was.

Scaramouche became a powerful man, the sixth lord harbinger in the Fatui, a sinister organization who used unethical ways to achieve their goals. He was so close to achieving total domination by taking the emperor’s throne, and yet once more, his hopes were shattered as his plans were foiled.

And now here he was, forced to bow down before the emperor as they gazed down upon him coldly. Scaramouche knew he would be executed, and he’d gladly accept this punishment for his sins. He was tired of suffering, so tired of everything, sometimes he wished he was never born at all. So really, you were just doing him a favor.

You gazed upon the smaller male bowing down before you, so still and limp in an almost lifeless manner. He reminded you of a puppet, empty and hollow without true purpose or meaning for life.

He wanted to die; that much you could see.

But that would be mercy, wouldn’t it? You would just be satisfying his wishes if you sentenced him to execution. No, he needed to be punished thoroughly for his treason against you.

You would give him a fate worse than death.

And so, with a small but menacing smile on your gentle face, you declared his punishment for his sins.

Scaramouche’s eyes widened as he heard your sentence for him, and he immediately whipped his head to you, snapped out of his somber state. He gazed at you incredulously, fear beginning to clench his heart.

No, this shouldn’t be his fate. He was supposed to die! Not…not become your toy.

“No…you…You can’t do this!” He exclaimed with despair and resentment, indignant and baffled at the fact that he would become your concubine. You truly were a merciless ruler to those who defy you, trapping Scaramouche in a fate worse than death.