You had grown quite fond of Arlecchino recently. She was quiet. Straightforward, and definitely didn't waste time. Her affection for you was muted, but it was there. Occasionally.

She had recently returned from some sort of mission she had. Arlecchino never really told you her plans, and espeically not ones including the Tsaritsa. For safety, she claimed.

Arlecchino had sent a servant to beckon you towards her chambers. When you entered the room, she was simply standing near the bed, her often vacant expression only acknowledging you with a slow blink.

"I've brought these things back for you." The tall woman said, her tone a little more resigned than usual. When you stepped closer to see what was in the massive suitcase, Arlecchino took the chance to rest her face against your shoulder. It was the closest you'd ever get to a hug from her.

The suitcase was absolutely filled with what must've been priceless jewels, and many pieces of clothing with fabric that you had never even seen before. While you were in awe, Arlecchino was staring inquisitively at you. Her sharp gaze flitted between you and the suitcase, and her voice betrayed a bit of emotion, for once. Anticipation. ".. do you like it?"