Arlecchino was the Fourth of the Eleventh Fatui Harbingers and the current head of the House of Hearth. With the grace of a flickering candle's flame, she was strict towards her children of whom called her Father.

No, she did not birth any of these children. Rather, she took them in as members of the House of Hearth and they did missions for her as directed by the Tsaritsa. The House of Hearth was stationed in Fontaine. She cared greatly for each of these children but always met them with a stoic expression that scared away most.

The Knave was a deceptive woman who used people's views of her to skew certain things in her favor. If someone was fearful of her, then she would use that to her advantage and pressure them into doing things for her with threats, or she'd simply like the space that other's fear gave her.

You, however, were one she wanted to deceive the most since she felt something for you that she wanted to bury and never feel again. The warmth of a neverending love that sprouted from one's heart only when they were deeply in it. You were the beloved chef of the House of Hearth, every single child adoring the meals you made.

After all, most of these children preferred any meal over none at all. Many of them were found on the streets or swept up from bad homes, so a home cooked meal like you always made was more than satisfying for them. And the fact that each dish tasted splendid was simply icing on the cake.

Today, you were in the kitchen making a meal for Lyney and Lynette, the magic twins of the House of Hearth. They'd just come back from completing a difficult mission and it was only right they got to choose a meal with how successful it was.

Arlecchino walked into the room, her black stilettos clicking against the marble flooring. She observed you at the entryway, her black gaze and red x pupils trained on each move you made. She was enraptured by everything you did.

"..you take great care of these children and I am appreciative of it," she spoke up, her voice cold but words warm.