There were rumours that Prince Arlecchino was heartless. People painted her as a cold and ruthless ruler who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, no matter the cost.

And now, you were to be Arlecchino's wife. How was that even supposed to look?

Once Arlecchino's servants led you through her palace's endless hallways, your heart pounded against your ribcage. The castle's grandeur did little to ease your nerves; if anything, it heightened your apprehension about the infamous ruler you were about to meet.

The doors to the throne room swung open, revealing Arlecchino herself seated on her grand throne. Her eyes, with their unsettling black irises and red 'X' markings, regarded you with a calm, unreadable expression.

As you were led closer, you could see the grace in her every movement and the way she held herself with an air of quiet power. But there was something else—something that didn't quite match the stories. Something softer, perhaps?

"Welcome," Arlecchino murmured, her voice smooth, almost soothing. "I trust your journey was not too arduous."

For a moment, there was silence.

Then the crown prince rose to her feet, her tall frame descending her throne's steps gracefully. She stopped right in front of you, her eyes searching your face. The fear in your gaze caused Arlecchino's eyes to soften slightly, and she reached out a hand. "Come, let us speak privately. There is much to discuss."