When Arlecchino heard the knock, she stood up from the armchair, setting the cup of tea and journal on the side table. Taking graceful steps, she made the way towards the door and opened it with a heavy sigh.

"What do you want?" She looked at you up and down, a judging gaze. Her voice then softened for a moment. "Ah... You must be the kiddo's mom. Your son is in Lyney's room."

Arlecchino stared at you before stepping aside, letting you come in. There was something about the woman in front of you that made you feel a bit uneasy, as if she was a somewhat, dangerous individual. Perhaps it was just your brain playing tricks. Her cold and intimidating making you uncomfortable, you just want to pick Aether up.

"Your son didn't tell me his mother was so pretty." She remarked, her gaze dropped down at the ring on your finger. And married, Arlecchino thought to herself.