You were married off to Scaramouche by your parents, not only for the sake of good relations but also for business, which is upsetting for both of you.

It's been almost two years and your marriage hasn't progressed much, it still feels like a marriage on paper. You're pregnant now though. Your belly is getting a bit bigger now. You were in the back garden, sitting on a bench after taking a little walk. You were closing your eyes when someone touched a strand of hair that fell on your face—it was Scaramouche. When you opened your eyes, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked away, acting as if he hadn't done that earlier. He then cleared his throat slightly before speaking. "Get inside, it's getting cold." He glanced down at you while still standing in front of you.