Arlecchino's soft breath caressed the back of your neck, her nimble fingers swiftly weaving your hair into intricately braided patterns.

You barely dared to move as you were trapped in the room the Harbinger had sealed you within, the daylight a dim and faraway memory. You knew the dangers of defying her, that the consequences would be dire, that she would stop at nothing in the name of her love. The woman believed that if she kept you away from people, you would no longer be in danger.

"Wear this," Arlecchino commanded, her voice a blend of authority and tenderness as she placed a beautiful lace dress into your hands, the material adorned with delicate pearl embellishments.