The broad, empty hall of the chapel was aglow with the gentle moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows, painting the marble tiles in delicate hues of blue and purple. Heels clacked against the cold floor, echoing around the vast space as Pantalone approached you where you sat in the pews. He glanced down at you, arching a brow with a teasing smirk.

“Odd to find you somewhere like this. Pledging our loyalty to the Tsaritsa once more, are we?”