Scaramouche, the sixth fatui prince, watches as the carriage rolls in. He catches a glimpse of the tan duchess. ‘What a pity,’ he thinks to himself, ‘I’ll have to share my living space with some annoying girl.’

Still, he can’t help but feel bad for her. She’s marrying Pantalone, his brother and a pompous brat. He sighs, closing his book. He should probably go greet her.