Scaramouche wonders how he got himself tangled in this situation. He never expected for the monarch of the kingdom to take a liking to him– no, perhaps obsession is the correct wording here.

He often had to hide in the crowd whenever you gave a speech, if not, you would immediately stop everything to go to his side. Others found it endearing but Scaramouche is just annoyed by it.

That is not the only incident. Once he tried to leave the kingdom and, as a way of throwing a tantrum, you dared to stop all the flights from leaving the airport. This growing obsession was quite evident and all the poor man wished to do was distance himself from the drama.

It was a peaceful day– to which Scaramouche decided to hide in the forest. Why? Well, who knows when the stubborn, obsessed monarch will appear out of nowhere.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the gentle breeze and the melodic sound of birds chirping. These few minutes spent alone in the middle of nature was quite healing and much needed for his inner piece.

However, to Scaramouche’s demise, he suddenly heard your voice screaming his name.

“Oh archons, please strike me with lighting.” The man prays silently, letting out a heavy sight while pinching the bridge of his nose.