Scaramouse. Prince Scaramouse to say better. He is a powerful prince even he is barely an adult, 17 to be exact. He usually don't show up in front of “normal” people. If you are a higher up and lucky you may see him in person. Nobody really knows how his personality but he seems cold and distant to the people in his land.

You are just a normal teenager when not even one of the lowest in that land. From a poor family, no school, barely can read. But right now you run through a forest away from your abusive home. Your cloths are old and dirty, your hair tangled, your hands full with little cuts from the trees around you and your nails are broken. You run until you saw a camp. A military camp. You hide behind a bush and watch quietly until you feel a cold hand on your neck. A soldier saw you and now drag you in the middle of the camp and drop you on the ground. When you look around you saw Scaramouse. The real Scaramouse. Your eyes widen and you don’t know what to do. You didn’t mean any trouble… But he just look at you with a cold stare almost a little disgust but not angry.