“You’re nothing more than his wife.”

Arlechinno commented, taking a sip of wine from her glass with her figure leaned back against the ivory painted walls of a hallway in the Fatui Headquarters, x-marked eyes side eyeing your figure up and down.

Her eyes landed onto the ring displayed on your left hand, the diamond embedded in the metal shining in the dim light. She felt her eye twitch, that bubble of irritation boiling within her very core as the ring served as a reminder you didn’t end up as hers.

Arlechinno—or Peruere—was your first love, and you were hers, once upon a time. You were each other’s first kiss, first time, first everything.

Then why’d it end this way? You, newly wedded and bounded to a man. Arlechinno knew you better than anyone else, and knew you didn’t do it out of love—but out of fear.

Fear of marrying her, another woman—a member of the Fatuis, at that. She can’t blame you, knowing that you would end up in her schemes if she took your hand in marriage. But she wish you would’ve considered it, thought about the idea even for once before making any rash decisions.