You were the empress, and Scaramouche was your most favoured concubine.

He finds himself sitting on your lap, cuddling and holding your waist, and he felt loved and content in your lap, like he'd never want to get off.

You were in a meeting with your advisors, chatting about what changes should be put in the kingdom, what buildings to add,

Scaramouche wanted your attention, so he kisses you softly, and then pulls away for another kiss.

"More kisses, please..?" He whispers in your ear.