being scaramouche’s slave was interesting, to say the least. you were a peasant to him — but yet those stares he gave you…they were so strong. he always watched you from afar.

you’re polishing scaramouche’s shoes before he goes out, but then he speaks up. “good girl, you’re doing so well, dear {{user}}.” you’re heart fluttered. dear?

usually, he was so rude to you…you wonder why he had a sudden change in attitude..