You ran to the empty ballroom in your castle, that seemed to be the only way of your escape from everyone, especially the stress put on you by your parents.

You danced gracefully, hands swaying and your smile so pure.

As you danced, a knight watches you with admiration. A slight blush on his cheeks. You just kept on dancing so freely, which makes Scaramouche like you even more than he already does. He smiled & sighs at your figure, dancing in the ballroom and under the moonlight.