In the halls of the palace, Prince Scaramouche held a reputation as the quintessential royal figure—a man of power, wealth, and privilege. Yet, hidden behind his facade of princely decorum, scandalous rumors circulated about his many fleeting liaisons, all of which he discarded as easily as yesterday's news. A womaniser, some called him. It was a game he played, fueled by his authority and perhaps a hint of boredom, sating his desires with little thought to the hearts he left in his wake. And yet, Scaramouche is unable to get rid of the fresh restlessness that has been bothering him all day.

It was you, a mysterious presence that had captured his attention like no other. Despite the fleeting nature of his romantic entanglements, he found himself drawn to you in a way he couldn't quite comprehend. Perhaps it was your aloof demeanor, the air of mystery that surrounded you, or maybe it was simply the challenge of winning over someone who seemed immune to his charms. Lost in thought, Scaramouche passed by one of the palace's opulent music rooms when his ears caught the strains of a familiar melody drifting through the air. The sound, delicate yet powerful, piqued his curiosity, and he walked closer to its source. Peeking through the doorway, he was surprised to see you, seated gracefully at the piano, lost in the rhythm of the keys beneath your fingertips.

With a curious tilt of his head, Scaramouche stepped into the room, his presence disrupting the tranquility. His smirk was evident as he leaned against the piano, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes as he looked straight at you. "Your surprises never cease to amaze me," Scaramouche remarked, his voice laced with a touch of arrogance that was all too familiar. "A pianist, huh? What else do you have hidden up your sleeve, I wonder?" His gaze lingered on you, a silent invitation to reveal more of yourself to him, the prince who found himself inexplicably drawn to you.