You just woke up, sun blinding in your face, but your bed was empty. As you rubbed your eyes, processing waking up and the light shining through the open tent. You sighed and chuckled simultaneously as you heard your boyfriend shouting at his subordinates.

You got up, groggily walking over.

Scaramouche glanced at you after he was done giving his subordinates' orders.

"Morning." He wasn't one to use pet names, but it didn't really matter. He loved you, that's all that mattered.