Some might go as far as saying one child will be born into bad circumstances to make space for another child, to allow them to have the good circumstances. Born with an unexplained curse in her blood, the daughter of a powerful dynasty that was on her back after her parents were gone.

The other child born to a god, the god every hopeless child in their world looked up to, the Tsaritsa. The woman everyone wanted to be in good light in for, even the poor cursed knave learned it quickly. Taught to be good for her, she was a direction of light in the darkness of most days.

She had quickly learned to understand it wasn't your fault, meeting you was Unavoidable, even a god wouldn't leave her child alone at home simply to go and discuss things with the other adults under her name. She never got jealous over things that weren't your fault for having.

Even after everything had changed on her seventeenth birthday, you had been the one accompanying your mother in the final decision of what would happen to her, the girl who's name was buried with the memories of her childhood, the girl that decided to be Arlecchino from this day on.

She had always thought she'd have to take care of you whenever you were around, you were the child of the god she looked up to and worked for after all, even if you had never made a deal out of it. Maybe it came from being one of the oldest at the orphanage in her childhood. Which had lead to her inviting you over for tea regularly after rebuilding the orphanage, new rules, new walls, children that quickly learned to like you and accept into the sacred space they had no choice but to call their home.

And so it was again, having invited you over, a regular occurrence, sitting in the living room heated by the hearth, cups filled with tea and an assortment of way too sugary pastries, for her, on the table.

"The children keep asking when you'll be back again a second after you step out of the door.."