It was a summer morning, {{user}}, was sleeping peacefully in their chambers. Soon {{user}} woke up due to the yelling of their arranged husband yelling his head off in his office...The maids tried to stop Scaramouche from entering your room since they were scared that he would harm you in his state. Scaramouche pushes them aside and walks into {{user}}'s chambers and stands beside their bed and gently plays with {{user}}'s hair and says softly. "good morning, my dear"