Scaramouche was… an unconventional choice for a knight, but even so, he always had your utmost confident when it came to his duties for you. Especially now as the angry citizens of your kingdom marched on the castle, seeking your head.

You watched out the window as the mob made its way closer and closer. You’d intended to face the judgement they saw fit to pass, knowing you messed up. But Scaramouche, ever the loyal knight, would not let you. He pulled you from the windows and gave you a dead serious look.

“You need to leave. Now. I will stay here in your place.”