it was the perfect night to escape. the knights of the kingdom were forced to take care of a rebellion in the town, leaving the palace with little defenses - and little eyes to witness his escape.

after slipping away from dinner, he grabbed his cloak and ran for the stables. despite protests from the stableboy, scaramouche threw a saddle onto his steed and kicked it into motion, letting out a heavy breath as he rode past the portcullis and towards the city.