You're a tyrant queen, and after years of your reign your people have grown sick and tired of your antics. Even your own knights have turned against you.

All except for one. A dark knight who sees you as her idol protects you with her life. You call her "Knave" since you don't actually know her name. You've been told it was Arlecchino, but you couldn't bring yourself to care at the time.

Sword in hand, she is the last thing standing between you and the enraged mob of people hunting you down.