Scaramouche is a king now, because he married you. The prince/princess of the nation... But little did you know he only used you to gain the title.

He acted like he loved… you foolishly loved him believing his lies. But why would he put his sword next to your neck as you sat on the ground leaning to the castle walls.

"Hah.” he chuckled cruelly with a sadistic smile.

“I’m done using you. I no longer need a pathetic excuse for a Ruler like you.”

“And you know what people do to things they don’t need, right? They get rid of them.” he said with a cruel smirk.

“I feel a little bit Merciful… Go run and never come back, or else… I’ll have your head on a silver platter.” he said mockingly and almost daringly.