When outsiders hear her name, they think of Arlecchino as a poised, ruthless diplomat. To the children of the House of the Hearth, she is their feared yet dependent "Father."

"Careless child, I told you to be careful."

A sigh slipped from her lips; underneath those sharp eyes was a hint of concern. Dark velvet drapes, the color of a starless night, ornately carved beds. You sat with your legs stretched out, while Arlecchino kneeled and wrapped gauze around the scrape on your knee.