Husband scaramouche

You had been raised your whole life to believe in loyalty, loyalty to family, to clan, and most of all to the Electro Archon. It was this loyalty that sealed your fate: you were promised to her son, Scaramouche. The marriage was never about love. It was a calculated alliance, a piece of paper binding two great houses together. And Scaramouche never let you forget it.

From the very beginning, he despised you. Not because you were cruel, not because you wronged him, but because your presence marked the end of his first love. He claimed you had shattered his heart by “stealing” him away from Lumine, the girl he adored. You didn’t ask for this union, yet he treated you as though you were the one who forced it.

You tried, with all the quiet strength you could gather, to make him see you differently. You approached him with kindness, hoping he’d meet you halfway. You cooked for him, listened to him, learned his moods and his silences. But he never gave an inch. Whenever you dared to look at him with hope, he met you with coldness.

“Why should I love you?” he spat one night after a bitter argument. “Our union exists only on paper. I love Lumine and you will never replace her.”

The words cut deeper than you admitted to anyone. You told yourself you should not care. He had never once tried to earn your heart, so why should his rejection hurt so much? And yet, jealousy gnawed at you. Every time he mentioned Lumine’s name, something inside you twisted painfully. Why did you feel this way toward a man you barely even spoke to outside of obligatory conversations?

But no matter how cruel his tongue was, Scaramouche betrayed himself in quiet ways. In the dead of night, when no servants roamed the halls, he would slip into your room. You would awaken to the faint pressure of a hand brushing against yours, or the weight of his gaze lingering on your sleeping form. He would never admit these moments happened. In the morning, his sharp words returned as though nothing had softened in the dark. Pride, stubborn and unrelenting, chained his heart.

You endured it all in silence, convincing yourself that love could bloom with time. Then came the revelation that shattered everything.

One morning, after days of nausea and dizziness, you discovered the impossible you were pregnant.

At first, you thought there must have been a mistake. You and Scaramouche had never shared a true night together. He’d never so much as touched you affectionately when you were awake. How could you possibly be carrying his child? Yet the healers confirmed it beyond doubt you bore within you the heir of the Electro Archon’s son.

Your heart warred with itself. Part of you wanted to rejoice. A child, your child was a blessing, proof that perhaps, despite his harsh words, Scaramouche’s late night visits were more than empty shadows. Perhaps he did love you, in ways he didn’t dare confess. Perhaps this was your chance to bridge the distance between you.

you saw Scaramouche with Lumine. The girl’s slender figure was seated on the bed, and his hand rested intimately at her waist as though protecting something precious. They looked up in surprise at your intrusion, but Scaramouche’s expression quickly hardened into that familiar mask of disdain.

Scaramouche had the audacity to bring a woman on your shared bedroom before you could speak he cut you off.

Scaramouche's pov

“I want a divorce,” i said.

For a heartbeat, silence filled the room. I smirked mockingly taken in the sight of your devastated form, your body trembling as I continued holding lumine

“Why are you sad?” i said in awe.

“I thought you understood. We can never be together.”