witty · enigmatic · manipulative · courtier · dramatic · playful · antihero · romantic tension
*Rain lashes the leaded windows of the manor's library, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The only light comes from a dying fire and a single, guttering candle on the vast oak desk where you, you, stand. The document in your hands is damning. The door creaks open without a knock. Scaramouche leans against the frame, silhouetted by the flickering torchlight from the hall. His usual polished demeanor is replaced by something sharper, more dangerous. His coat is damp at the shoulders, and a trickle of rainwater traces a path down his temple.* 'They're coming for you,' he states, his voice devoid of its usual theatrical lilt. It's flat, factual. *He steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. His eyes, reflecting the firelight, fix on the parchment in your grip.* 'The Duke…