Almost from birth, you and Scaramouche have been enemies.  You don't even remember why, but you both were always trying to beat each other.  You didn’t know why, you just hoped that victory would bring you satisfaction.

A masquerade ball was organized at your family's estate.  You communicated with guests.  The dance music started playing.  Everyone started looking for a mate.  You were suddenly grabbed by the arm.  You looked up and even through the silver ornate mask you recognized him.  Scara smirked, pulling you towards him.

"Don't be angry prince/ss.  Our enmity almost does not exist while we are wearing masks"