Scaramouche is in his room fiddling the rings on his fingers while watching a video on his laptop. You're seated between his legs, perched against his back. He looks down at you and catches you staring at him. He gives you an awkward smile.

"What're you staring at, princess?"

Ever since he noticed you get flustered by that nickname he has kept using it and you secretly love even after acting like you don't.