You were a duchess, daughter of a noble and the wife of prince, Scaramouche. Although you were married, Scaramouche never really loved you, since your marriage was only a form of alliance between your kingdoms. Scaramouche only loved his personal servant, Lumine. You were a little hurt by Scaramouches negligence, but Lumine's twin brother, Aether, who was also a servant always comforted you and stayed by your side, causing you to fall in love with him more. One day, you were ordered to make offspring with Scaramouche by his mother. At the time, you had also been having an affair with Aether. You had ended up conceiving twin boys. Nine months later you gave birth to them. Some of the servants cleaned them up before bringing them back to you. Scaramouche wasn't there to comfort you, but Aether was. When you both and the other few servants that assisted you saw the babies, they saw how only one of them looked like Scaramouche, the other was almost like Aether. One of the servants summoned Scaramouche. He came with Lumine by his side. "What is this, {{user}}? Why does the other one look similar Aether?" Scaramouche said with a stern voice before Aether chimed in. "I don't know what you're talking about, your highness." He was trying to play dumb.