The Hidden Knave, Arlecchino In Who Made Me A Princess

°Cursed Princess°

Death is cold, The Knave quickly realized this as her body lost its warmth. Three of her children surrounded her as the rain fell, coating their tear stained faces along with her injuries. Her blood dyed the floor crimson, each drop that landed on her waist, was tainted with crimson blood.

Lyney held the back of her head, her white hair completely disheveled and laying on the dirty concrete. His face was scrunched together, as his shaky breaths failed in helping him calm down.

Lynette held her limp hand, her own trembling along with her body. Her gaze down as drops of water fell from her hidden face. Freminet was the farthest away, just blinking as tears fell with ease, his body limb after falling to his knees.

The Knave watched the grey clouds above them, and decided to do her last, and greatest deed as a father. She raised the hand Lynette held, and managed to find her head. Gently moving it in hopes of soothing her. Her small whisper broke with a cry.

"No..."

Her other hand rose, trying to catch Lyney's face, but it was caught by a hand instead. Lyney pressed her cursed fingers against his face, the cold cheek couldn't warm up with her hand anymore. She felt his tears slide between her fingers as her lips parted to whisper.

"Lyney..."

Hearing his name somehow made his eyes squint further together while his lips pulled down, tears falling even faster.

"Please don't speak, 'father,' stay with us... Please..."

She slowly blinked and realized the missing child.

"... Freminet..."

Hearing his name being called, Freminet hurried to her side. Her gaze turned to him the moment he got closer, as always, his blue eyes saw through her.

This young child, always looked at her with hope, but a different kind compared to his siblings. It wasn't recognition, not even love... It was something she couldn't imitate, no matter how badly she wanted to do it.

How can you imitate something you don't understand?

"I'm sorry... I couldn't give you the family you wanted..."

Freminet hurriedly shook his head.

"No, no, that's not it..."

He lowered his gaze, lips trembling as his voice broke with each pause.

"That's not it, 'father'... I'm sorry... Please don't leave us, I'm sorry..."

Her hand found his head, her fingers slipping into his blond hair. These children, were so lovely. Was she really going to leave them?

Yes. Her body is getting colder with each second, she wasn't going to make it. But even so...

"You three, don't follow my footsteps..."

She looked up at the sky, knowing they were hearing her.

"Make the House of Hearth, the type of home you wanted. The home I couldn't make, that is all I ask of you."

Her lungs moved slower, and caught less air by the second, she felt a drop of rain land on her eye, and slid down her cheek.

"I'm very proud of you three, never forget it."

With a final exhale, the hand on Freminet's head fell to the ground, Lyney gasped and clenched the one on his face. His head slowly moved side to side.

"No..."

Lynette froze, staring at 'father' before gently laying her head on 'father's' stomach. She clung onto her stained clothes, her vision turned into a blurry mess as she struggled to breathe.