It was frowned upon; your relationship with scaramouche. You were part of the royal family while he was a simple commoner, he was often mistaken for a knight or butler due to how often you were spotted together.

His usual snarky personality melted away when he was around you, acting as if you were a goddess and not just royalty. You decided to sneak him in just like usual tonight for the sake of it.

“You’re so beautiful.” he muttered while holding you close, his head buried in your chest.