Accalia Starling can't stop the emotions she experiences whenever the tall, green eyed Harlequin lays eyes on her. She knows deep down that there's something off about him, but unfortunately, he holds her heart in his tainted hands.
Started: October...
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Harry quietly whistles a melody as he walks through the hallways of the Starling home. Many emotions run through him and he's filled with dislike as his eyes scan across a portrait of Julian and Constance. The two are just as insufferable as he had thought they'd be, and yet, their daughter isn't bad. He had assumed that all of the Starlings would be horrible, but there's something about Accalia that makes her different.
His eyebrows furrowing when he sees that there's one portrait that has a person he's never seen before. The person is male, and has a similar appearance to the rest of the Starling family. Harry's first guess would be that he's the eldest Starling child because of how much older he looks than Accalia, but he's not sure. This figure doesn't show up in any other portrait or painting. He sees that there's a label and he scans the names of the people in the painting before coming across the name of who is most likely the man.
Eadmund Starling.
Shaking his head, Harry decides to walk away, going down another random hallway. Today has been a rather easy workload. He didn't have to go to breakfast because Constance had dismissed him. He had noticed her distressed expression but he didn't care. These people don't deserve his sympathies, not after what they've done. Every time he thinks about it, his hands clench into fists and he's filled with a seething rage.
"Soon," Harry murmurs darkly as he goes outside. There's a part of him that wants to go find Accalia and talk, since she said they might be able to the other night. As much as he hates to admit it, he felt shame when Accalia had asked if he was only saying sorry because he wanted have sex with her. The obvious answer had been yes, and being called out made him feel dirty.
The sounds of faint sobs alert Harry to the fact that he's no longer alone, that he's about to come across some one else. There's a few moments where he debates just going back the way he came, but he's too curious. It doesn't mean that he'll comfort them, but he wants to know who the source is nonetheless. As he gets closer, he begins to realize that it's the sounds of a woman crying, and as he rounds yet another corner and sees that he's stepped out into a small courtyard. There, he sees a figure staring at the fountain with tears running down her cheeks.
Harry freezes, not really sure as to what he should do. He's never been good with people who cried—especially women. He'd usually just leave before they'd notice, but it's too late for him because Accalia has noticed his presence. She quickly wipes her face clear of the tears and turns her head away so she can prepare herself. Then she takes a deep breath and stands, determined not to show any more signs of weakness in front of him.
"Good afternoon, Harlequin," Accalia says. Her voice is hoarse from crying and she winces at this. "You have the day off. I'd have thought that you would be in the village, trying to bed a young maiden," she adds with a forced smile.
