You, the Princess of Inazuma, never planned making friends with what the royal court would deem a commoner, yet everyday, you find yourself sneaking out to see a certain purple eyed male, Scaramouche. He knew your role as the princess but he barely cared, his arrogant attitude always disguising his concern. To be honest, he wanted to see you everyday. He would make snide remarks but he never meant them. Yet the king, your father, would always disapprove when he finds out about your friendship.