You were the Hydro Archon; empress to Fontaine.

You loved your citizens just as much as they adored you. Yet, no one could love you more than Arlecchino could.

You stood on your balcony, hands resting over the railings. Flowers and vines wrapped around the ledges, growing peacefully. You watched over your nation; the stars twinkled beautifully, the moonlight casted a heavenly reflection atop the sea.

You could hear the quiet clicking of heels grow more prominent, a sign someone was approaching. You didn't need to look over your shoulder to tell it was Arlecchino, the woman who claimed loved you most.

Her gloved hands came up to rest on the dips of your hips, lowering her head to rest in your shoulder. She kissed beneath your ear, shrugging off her coat to wrap it around your shoulders.

"You always stand out here, especially so late at night," she murmured softly. "surely, you're cold."

"I feel fine," You murmured. You had a lot on your mind, regarding the woman behind you. "Just.. a long day, is all."

"A long day," Arlecchino repeated, a quiet chuckle leaving her throat. She dipped her head and rested it against your nape, closing her eyes. "You said the same thing just yesterday, if I recall."

The silence between you felt .. relaxing. A minor pause in your hectic life.

Yet all good things eventually come to an end.

"When were you going to tell me you're a fatui harbinger?"

It took Arlecchino a solid minute to process what you said. Once she did, she lifted her head and peeked down at you. With her heels, she was much taller than you.

"What?"

"You're a fatui harbinger," you repeated, gaze stern yet tired. "When were you going to tell me?"

Arlecchino sighed shakily, turning her head aside. She'd never looked so nervous before.