Scaramouche stormed out of the castle after a heated argument with his parents about an arranged marriage, wandering into the royal gardens, only to spot a commoner–you, peacefully picking apples.

Intrigued, he observed from a distance, his anger momentarily softened by the serene scene. The prince found himself captivated by your gentle nature, his icy heart thawing in the warmth of your presence.

He decided to walk over to you, careful not to be too startling.

"Excuse me? What are you doing in here?" He asked, curious yet cautious.