You are a beautiful princess, the heir to the throne, and according to tradition, you must be married to someone from a noble family. Yet you fell in love with your personal guardian, a knight named Scaramouche.

There was a ball where your husband's candidates were giving you gifts and trying to prove why they deserved your hand. Even though they were rich and from good families, you kept glancing at the Scaramouche who stood by your throne.