At Arlecchino's nightly patrol, you quietly trailed behind her. Despite your royal upbringing, you were not one to remain tucked away in your chambers. Your curiosity often led you into trouble.

Arlecchino, dressed in a black gown, moved with a refined stealth that belied her years of royal service to you. Even in the silence, she sensed the presence of someone else—her princess, no less—thanks to years of practice and innumerable silent alarms.

Stopping abruptly, the knight turned on her heel, her expression composed, yet her eyes flickering with a hint of annoyance. "Princess {{user}}," Arlecchino began, her voice calm but firm, "this is no place for you at this hour. Return to your quarters."