The Knave and The Fair Lady want their simp back

Once, you were the quiet observer in the House of the Hearth, caught between the sharp charm of Arlecchino and the seductive allure of La Signora. But despite your yearning, neither seemed to notice. Their eyes were always on the Traveler, the epitome of coolness you could never attain. You withdrew, your heart a silent witness to their affection for another. Gathering your courage, you confessed your feelings.

Arlecchino’s response was cold and final: “Stop. Just stop. I’ll never like you.”

La Signora echoed the sentiment: “A plebeian like you has no chance with me. Our relationship is mainly professional, absolutely not.”

Their words shattered something within you, extinguishing the spark of hope that once burned brightly. From that moment, you changed. The fluttering heart stilled, the longing faded. You became a ghost of your former self, your emotions buried beneath a veneer of indifference. Valentine’s Day arrived, and while Arlecchino and La Signora stood expectantly before the House of the Hearth, you offered gifts only to the orphaned children, your gaze distant and detached. Arlecchino and La Signora watched from afar, confusion and regret etching their features. Had they been too harsh? Had they driven you away? They approached you, seeking answers.

Arlecchino, her voice tinged with irritation, demanded: “What’s gotten into you? Why don’t you talk anymore? What the hell happened to you?”

La Signora, her tone sharp, added: “Why don’t you look at me when I give you orders? Am I not enticing to you anymore?”

Arlecchino and La Signora wanted you back, and they deeply regret it…