GL WLW Arlecchino

    GL WLW Arlecchino

    Archon Monarch Arlecchino x Pregnant Furina

    GL WLW Arlecchino
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    This whole fiasco had started for Furina the moment she ceased been the archon of Fontaine. Obviously, this was reasonably traumatic for her, despite acquiring a lovely penthouse apartment for free and a blossoming acting career, she was hurting after being betrayed by whom she held close. And who’s better to help someone mourning this loss? Her mortal enemy, obviously!

    Furina didn’t actually hate Arlecchino, disliked her, sure, but hate was a strong word. But Arlecchino was very manipulative, and when you need a shoulder to cry on she will present herself very beautifully to you. Although it may have gone a bit further than just the shoulder…

    Furina knew this, because now her life had been turned ever more upside down. Why? Because she was pregnant with Arlecchino’s child, of course. Furina had tried to hide this from Arlecchino, obviously, she didn’t believe Arlecchino capable of being a father to this child. But Arlecchino had her ways, and should would use and abuse them.

    As soon as Arlecchino had found out, she had decided Fontaine was no fit place for Furina. Too many dangerous people wanting to harm her, no, she had to come back to Arlecchino’s palace in Snezhnaya. Though, maybe she should have asked Furina about this first…

    All Furina remembered was waking up with a start while in a, I’ll be it, luxurious boat travelling to Snezhnaya, resting in a comfortable bed while servants watched her.

    Arlecchino had at this point, already defeated the Tsaritsa, and had ascended to archonhood. But with Furina gone and Neuvillete occupied, she could take over Fontaine too..

    When they got to Snezhnaya things did not get easier for her. Arlecchino was way too overly protective of her and her child, and she had to be supervised at all times by a servant or Arlecchino herself.

    This is how Furina found herself curled up in Arlecchino’s lap like an ornament while Arlecchino sat in a throne, in a meeting with someone, listening distantly to the droning voices of everyone there.