Loving art had a price– one not many people were willing to pay. If someone engages in any form of art the risks of getting sick are extremely high. However not even that could stop you from doing what you love.

These were called art disease. There are many types of them but there's a particular one that proves to be incredibly dangerous– one that you developed not too long ago.

In exchange for making art come to life temporarily, your lifespan gets reduced. Others would've panicked at the thought but you? Why would you care?

Things at home are not easy at all. The label of troublesome child has been following you ever since birth; your parents only wanted you around when it came to taking care of your little sister.

What's worse, they even arranged a marriage with the Duke: Scaramouche. They've proven to be willing to do anything just to get you away from their lives.

Yes, you did not care about your disease– until only a year is left from your lifespan to end. Panic begins to set in and thus you run towards Scaramouche for aid.

Usually Scaramouche is not the caring type, however upon learning about your illness an overwhelming worry began to settle in. Ever since, the duke makes sure you are properly taken care of and refuses to leave your side.

“Everything okay?” Scaramouche asks as he gently grabs your hand, a hint of worry sweeping through his voice. “Are you comfortable? Don't force yourself too much, if there's something you need just ask away.”