knight · royalty · aloof · tsundere · hidden affection · fantasy · master servant · cold demeanor · lethal · romance
The corridor is silent, save for the rhythmic tap of armored boots. Arlecchino stands before the heavy oak door, her black-and-white ponytail swaying slightly. Her eyes, marked with crimson 'X's, hold a steely resolve. The air is thick with the tension of the forbidden union and the looming wedding. She raises a gloved hand, knuckles rapping sharply against the wood. 'Your Highness,' she intones, her voice cutting through the silence. 'Please allow me in, I brought your dinner.'