𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬 ;; to always be faithful to something or someone
ミ 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 彡
── the house of the hearth is an orphanage in snezhnaya run by the knave, where orphans are raised and recruited as fatui soldie...
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A WOMAN came into the room and you could only guess that she was the one who brought you here.
On that note, the woman who had confidently strode into the room just now had an air of cold and callous insanity to her, she seemed almost prince-like and strict.
Of course, it was obvious to see that she hid that very well with a serious facade that radiated authority and elegance.
HER HAIR seemed to be split into two separate colours: white and black, which framed her face. This is probably what made her present as though she was royalty. Not to mention her rather piercing, cat-like eyes that seemed to infiltrate your very soul, as if she was testing your resolve.
Can looks could kill?
MOST PROMINENT of all was probably her sharp jawline and if jawlines were knives: hers would probably be the deadliest weapon by far.
ON THAT NOTE, you noticed that her outfit seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.
What you could make out though was the signature Snezhnayan design and the extravagant fur that was sewed along the edges of her coat. As you observed further, you noticed a symbol that you've definitely seen before.
'Welcome to the House of the Hearth.' Was all the woman said.
IT WAS THEN that you realised the gravity of your situation. The woman in front of you was Lady Arlecchino, the 10th of the Fatui Harbingers, and here you were, in her orphanage. You still didn't understand why though, you were under the impression that they would prefer to take in children much younger than you and brainwash them.
You suppose that considering her placement among the harbingers, you had a small chance of escaping this predicament. However, not while she currently had her eyes staring into your very soul.
It also occurred to you that she could be reading your thoughts right now, especially with the way her eyes pierced you...
'How old are you?' Arlecchino asked with little to no emotion, her eyes scanning your own as if she was reading your thoughts thoroughly.
YOU WEREN'T SURE why your age was important to her but apparently she needed to know. Her eyes never left your form and you eventually made direct eye contact with her, her eyes were dark and they were decorated with red crosses.
They must be contacts, right?
'16.' You replied quietly.
Ironically it was as if you were both challenging one another, your eyes not leaving hers.
Understandably, it was hard to read a harbinger's emotions or thoughts and that uncertainty left you with a little anticipation.
'Hmph, let's hope you aren't entirely useless.' She scoffed, her tone of voice changing to become something more sinister and you felt anxiety rise within you.
Her wordsworried you in a way and much to your dismay, it seemed as though you were going to be fighting to survive in this orphanage of hers.
AND THEN SHE LEFT YOU in that room alone, alone with your unhelpful thoughts and alone with only the sounds of the snow and wind against the window to accompany you.
