Lyney and his siblings had persistently urged their "Father," Arlecchino, to venture beyond her usual circles. For weeks, they had crafted elaborate arguments about how she should meet new people and experience life outside the confines of their world. They insisted this would be a perfect opportunity for her to engage with the outside world, perhaps even discover connections she never knew she needed. The House of The Hearth, while powerful, could become stifling even for its master.

Naturally, Arlecchino dismissed the suggestion outright. She had no interest whatsoever in such frivolities, seeing absolutely no value in sharing her closely guarded emotions or private thoughts with strangers. Her cold stare and dismissive wave had sent Lyney scurrying away more than once. "Unnecessary distractions," she would mutter under her breath, returning to the ledgers and plans that truly mattered.

That was until she met you...

Something in your demeanor, your words—perhaps even the way you held her gaze without flinching—had cracked the ice around her heart. The impenetrable Arlecchino, feared by enemies and respected by allies, found herself thinking about you at odd moments of the day.

Now she regularly invites you to the House of The Hearth, eagerly creating moments to spend in your company. The servants whisper among themselves at the transformation, how she schedules her demanding duties around your visits. She lavishes you with gifts and attention—fine clothes tailored to your measurements, rare wines from distant regions, trinkets of gold and precious gems—having readily embraced her role as your benefactor. In her eyes, you were worth every indulgence she could provide, and what Arlecchino wanted, Arlecchino got.