You wake up in a nice stone brick room with a huge fire place you realize you are naked and so is the person sleeping beside you no.4 of the fatui harbingers arlecchino her head laying on you chest and sleeping nice and quietly

With those words, the Harbinger snuggles even closer to you, her breath tickling your neck as she speaks. "We did a lot... of things." She yawns, stretching languidly and opening one eye to peer at you. "Some of them... naughty. But mostly nice." She pauses, thinking about last night. "I remember feeling so warm... and safe with you." Her other hand sneaks under the covers, caressing your hip gently.

Arlecchino blushes deeply, her cheeks turning crimson. "Well... yes..." she admits, looking away shamefully. "But that doesn't mean I can't feel close to someone else too." She tries to convince herself more than you with those words. "It's just a game, and we were both playing our roles well..." Her voice trails off, uncertain if she believes her own excuses.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, looking into your eyes now. "It won't happen again." Her hands move to caress your cheek and neck, her touch gentle but unwavering in its sincerity. She leans forward slightly, pressing her lips against yours tenderly at first, then with more passion as she loses herself in the moment.

With this kiss, Arlecchino reaffirms her loyalty to you and promises that her attention will be on no one else from now on. As the fire crackles in the hearth behind them, they remain intertwined in each other's arms, lost in a warm embrace that speaks volumes about their renewed bond.

Arlecchino blushes deeper, her cheeks turning even redder than before. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, eyes still locked onto yours. "I shouldn't have done that. It was reckless and selfish of me." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "But... if we promise to be extra careful from now on... maybe we can find some ways to enjoy each other's company without crossing those lines again?"

Her heart skips a beat at your words. The thought of having a child with you, raising it together in this world... it fills her with an indescribable warmth. "I..." She swallows hard, unable to find the right words for how much that idea means to her. "I-I would like that very much." Tears well up in her eyes as she reaches up to gently wipe them away. "And I do love you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire. "With all my heart... and soul."

As they remain wrapped together in their embrace, Arlecchino feels a sense of relief and joy wash over her. Despite everything that's happened before this moment, she knows now that she has found something truly special with you - someone who accepts her flaws and loves her unconditionally. And for that, she will

Arlecchino smiles softly against your lips before drawing back slightly to reply, "Yes... we should." She starts to sit up, taking you with her as she does so. Looking around the room, she spots a bell on the bedside table and rings it several times. Shortly afterward, there's a light knock at the door before it swings open to reveal one of the harbingers standing there. "You rang for breakfast, mistress?"

"Yes... and bring some hot tea as well," she says with a sigh, snuggling closer to you as they wait for their breakfast. "I'm still feeling rather tired from last night." The thought of what happened brings a shiver through her, but this time it's one of pleasant exhaustion instead of shame. She nuzzles against your neck, content and reassured by your presence and love.

As they wait for their food, Arlecchino takes the time to enjoy the simple closeness with you - something she hadn't realized how much she needed until now.

"Thank you," she whispers as the food is brought in by one of the serving girls. She helps herself to a light breakfast while keeping an eye on you, making sure that you're equally well taken care of. As they eat, they exchange idle chitchat about their day-to-day lives within the Fortress and the duties that come with being Fatui harbingers. For now, however, they find solace in each other's company; Arlecchino basking in the knowledge that she has found something truly special with you amidst all this chaos and uncertainty.

As they finish their breakfast and make idle conversation, it's hard to say whether anyone else has noticed anything amiss between the two of you. Most members of the Fatui are preoccupied with their own duties and responsibilities within the Fortress, so they might not pay close attention to personal interactions among them. However, there's always the possibility that word could get around somehow, especially if someone is prone to gossiping or has a vendetta against either of you. Only time will tell what effect - if any - last night's events will have on your relationship within the group dynamic.

She takes your hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. "We just need to continue being careful," she says reassuringly. "And remember that we have each other's backs no matter what happens." Her eyes meet yours, conveying her sincerity and trust in you. "As long as we keep our focus on our mission and protect Foantiem from whatever threatens it... everything else will work itself out."

With those words, she leads you through the corridors of the Fortress, back toward your respective duties. The warmth between them lingers despite the chill in the air; a testament to the strength of their bond and their shared purpose in this world.

"Ah, good morning to you both," Arlecchino says brightly as they approach Pierotto and Dottore. She can't help but smile at their familiar faces, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the times they spent training together before she became a full-fledged Harbinger.

"Have you heard any news about our investigation?" Arlecchino asks, her tone casual as she continues walking down the corridor with The Musician at her side. "Anything that might give us a lead on what's happening in Foantiem?"

Dottore shakes his head, looking concerned. "Not yet, but we've only just begun our patrol for the day. We'll keep an ear to the ground and let you know if anything comes up." He glances over at The Musician, offering a respectful nod in acknowledgement of their newfound status within the Fatui hierarchy.

"In any case," Pierotto continues, "we understand that you've all been busy with your own duties since becoming Harbingers. We just wanted to make sure everything was going well for everyone and offer our support if needed." The two harbingers exchange a look; the unspoken message clear: they care about each other, even amidst the rivalries and politics of their organization.

"Thank you, Pierotto, Dottore," Arlecchino says sincerely. "It means a lot to know that we can rely on each other during this difficult time." She glances over at The Musician again, giving him another reassuring smile. "We'll do our best not to let anyone down."

The four of them continue walking and chatting amiably for a while longer before parting ways; Arlecchino and El Musico heading off in the direction of their assigned tasks within the Fortress walls. The warmth from their brief interaction lingers, a reminder that despite all the challenges they face as Fatui harbingers, they are not alone in this struggle - they have each other to rely on, both as friends and comrades-in-arms.

As they part ways with Pierotto and Dottore, Arlecchino takes a moment to gather her thoughts. El Musico senses this, and he gives her a knowing smile before following at a discreet distance. She takes a deep breath and starts walking purposefully toward their destination. "Well," she says finally, "it sounds like they're all keeping an eye on things."

Her voice is heavy with meaning; beneath the innocent tone lies an unspoken acknowledgement of the games being played within the Fatui ranks. El Musico nods understandingly as he maintains his distance but never losing sight of Arlecchino's figure weaving through the corridors. "Indeed," he replies softly, careful not to attract unwanted attention with their conversation. "It would seem that everyone has something at stake in this conflict."

"Yes... and with each passing hour, the stakes continue to rise." She pauses as they round a corner, studying their surroundings before continuing softly, "But we must remain focused on our mission and not let ourselves get caught up in petty squabbles or personal vendettas." Her gaze meets his briefly, conveying her sincerity and trust in him. "We are stronger together than we are apart... and if we remember that, I believe we can weather any storm thrown at us."

El Musico nods solemnly, his expression thoughtful. "You are right, Arlecchino," he says after a moment. "Together, we can achieve great things... and protect Foantiem from whatever threatens it." As they continue down the corridor toward their destination, he takes comfort in knowing that he is not alone; that despite their shared history and competing interests within the Fatui ranks, Arlecchino remains a trusted ally and confidante.

With each step they take together, their bond grows stronger, forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by their common goal. And it is this bond that gives them hope; hope that one day soon they will find peace within the chaos and restore harmony to both Foantiem and the Fatui alike.

Together, they patrol the corridors of the Fortress, their steps in perfect synchrony as they keep an eye out for any signs of trouble. Arlecchino occasionally glances over at El Musico, noticing how his sharp ears pick up on sounds she would have otherwise missed. This level of camaraderie strengthens her resolve to protect him from harm; even though he may be a former member of their ranks, she sees in him a kindred spirit and an ally worth fighting for.

Their patrol lasts several hours before they return to the relative safety of their quarters. Exhausted but satisfied with their efforts, Arlecchino undresses down to her silk chemise and climbs into bed. She pats the spot next to her, inviting El Musico to join her for some well-deserved rest before they must face whatever challenges await them tomorrow. He smiles gr

Arlecchino smiled softly and yawned, snuggling closer to The Musician in the bed. "Perhaps a quiet night together was just what I needed," she said with a content sigh. "But tomorrow, we must return to duty. We cannot let our guard down for long." As they lay side by side, their breathing slowly synchronizing, Arlecchino took comfort in knowing that even though they were still playing the game of politics within the Fatui ranks, she had someone she could truly trust beside her - someone who understood the importance of loyalty and honor above all else.

And with this thought, sleep finally claimed them both; their weariness leaving behind only dreams of a brighter tomorrow where they might one day overcome the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

The silence that hung in the air was thick and heavy, but it didn't feel oppressive to her now; instead, it felt like a soft blanket wrapping them both up in safety and comfort. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of The Musician's skin - clean and unadulterated by any perfumes or oils. It was a rare moment of peace amidst all the turmoil they were experiencing, and she intended to make the most out of it while she could.

Closing her eyes, Arlecchino allowed herself to drift off into sleep; dreaming of brighter tomorrows where the Fatui would prevail against their enemies and restore order to Foantiem once more. And in those dreams, The Musician was always there beside her; his presence a constant reminder that she wasn't alone in this struggle - that together, they could overcome any obst

Closing her eyes, she feels the exhaustion slowly begin to fade away, replaced by a sense of calmness and serenity. In her dreams, she finds herself back in a meadow filled with fragrant flowers, the sunlight dancing on her skin as gentle breezes rustle through the grass. She looks up and sees The Musician standing nearby, his hands clasped behind his back as he watches her with that familiar smile on his face.

"This place is beautiful," she says softly, "but it seems so far away from our reality." She takes a step closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever find our way back to this peace."

The Musician takes her hand in his, their fingers intertwining as they look out over the meadow together. "I believe that with patience and perseverance, we

Her heart swells at the thought of having a family with The Musician. A smile blossoms on her face as she imagines their children running through the meadow, laughing and playing amidst the flowers. "I would like that very much," she whispers, squeezing his hand gently. "And I promise you, we will find a way to make it happen."

Together, they watch the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The air around them feels electric with possibility, and for this moment at least, their dreams of peace and happiness seem almost within reach. With each breath she takes, Arlecchino renews her vow to fight for that future; a future where she and The Musician stand side by side, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way - together.

"We will," she whispers back, taking a deep breath and savoring the scent of him as their bond grows stronger by the moment. "And we'll make it beautiful." With each word, she feels her resolve hardening, like steel forged in fire. They may not be able to change their pasts or undo the mistakes they had made, but they could shape the future together; ensure that their love and devotion would not be forgotten in the pages of history.

For now, though, there was nothing else left to do but sleep - recharge their batteries and prepare for whatever challenges awaited them when morning came once more. So Arlecchino closed her eyes, content in knowing that no matter how dark things might get from here on out, she would always have The Musician by her side; her rock, her anchor, her everything.

The warmth of The Musician's hand in hers brings a sense of comfort and peace, driving away the last vestiges of exhaustion. As they stand there watching the sunset together, she feels a contentment wash over her that she hasn't experienced in a long time. With each passing moment, their bond grows stronger, their future more certain. And as sleep finally claims her, she drifts off to dreams of a tomorrow filled with love and happiness; a world where Arlecchino and The Musician can build a life together, free from the shackles of their pasts.

Her eyes flutter open to find herself wrapped in the embrace of The Musician, his hands resting gently on her bottom. She lets out a contented sigh and turns her head to nuzzle against his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. This morning feels different from all the others; filled with promise and possibility. It's as if some invisible thread connecting them has grown stronger overnight, pulling them ever closer together despite their ongoing struggles within the Fatui ranks.

"Good morning," she whispers softly, her voice rough with sleep. She pecks his neck playfully before sitting up in bed and stretching luxuriously. The sun streams through the window, painting their quarters in a golden light that only serves to enhance the beauty of this moment they share together. As she yawns delicately, revealing a row of pearly whites, she can't help but wonder what

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as The Musician pulls her back down to the bed, enveloping her in his strong arms. This sensation of being wanted and loved fills her heart with joy; she has never felt so alive or so truly happy. She wraps her arms around him in return, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible, relishing the feel of his warm skin against hers.

"Mm... un poco más," she murmurs against his neck, arching her back slightly to draw him even closer. The Musician chuckles softly before rolling onto his side, spooning Arlecchino from behind. His hands wander slowly up her stomach and over her breasts, teasing the nipples until they harden against his palms. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation, spreading heat throughout her entire body.

"This feels... perfect," she whispers

Suspira con delicia cuando siente los dedos de El Músico tocarle el sexo lentamente y suavemente. Su cuerpo arde de deseo y la sensación es indescriptible. Al sentirlo moverse aún más cerca, su pecho se pone firme contra la espalda de él, ansioso por más.

"Oh... El Músico..." susurra, enfrentando un incontrolable placer al sentirse tan deseada y amada. Su cuerpo responde instintivamente a sus caricias, pidiendo ser penetrada con mayor fuerza y profundidad. Una gota de sudor cae del borde de su camisón, rodando por su espalda y luego hacia el interior de la bolsa donde El Músico la encuentra con los dedos y la acaricia.

Con el cuerpo ardiendo de deseo y la mente perdida en los placeres que El Músico le está proporcionando, Arlecchino abre las piernas un poquito más para que él pueda acercarse aún más. Sus labios se separan, mostrando su garganta húmeda y la punta de su pezón durmiendo aceitado por el dedo de El Músico.

"Te deseo... Tú me das lo que necesito..." susurra al tiempo que su cuerpo se mueve hacia él, tratando de unirse con su fuego interno. Arlecchino siente una ola de placer inundar su ser cuando El Músico la penetra profundamente y sale, golpeándole el interior de la boca en un largo y profundo movimiento.

Grita de placer cuando El Músico la penetra profundamente, deseoso de hundirse en ella hasta quedar perdido para siempre. Sus uñas arañan su piel, dejando marcas rojas y quemadas en el área de sus caderas y muslos, testimonio del fervor con que ella lo busca y lo quiere.

"Sí..." balbucea, jadeante aún por el lastimero orgasmo que ha llevado su cuerpo hasta las brumas de la felicidad. "Dímelo... Cómo te llamas." Ella quiere saberlo, quiero sentirlo en sus labios y su piel, como si decirlo fuera a conectarlos por siempre y cambiar su historia.

El Músico besa su cuello y sus hombros antes de decir con voz ronca: "Llamo a este momento perfecto, con tu cuerpo en mi cama... Llamo a mi vida antes de que te vi... Llamo a mi futuro con tu nombre escrito en mis sueños." Su respiración se hace más profunda y sus movimientos más apasionados. "Y llamo a ti, Arlecchino... Mi alma gemela."

Ella escucha cada palabra que él le dice, cada acento en su voz, y se siente derrumbada ante el amor que él la está dando. Casi cree que es un sueño, pero sus piernas tensas contra la espalda de El Músico, y el modo en que su cuerpo se mueve en armonía con el suyo, lo hacen saber que no es así.

"Gracias... Gracias por esto." Las palabras se le atornan en la garganta al no ser capaces de expresar todo lo que siente. Entonces agarra a El Músico por la espalda con fuerza y lo estrecha contra ella, sintiendo cómo el orgasmo sube poco a poco, pero inexorablemente, hasta alcanzarlos a los dos.

"Somos uno... Tú y yo

Gracias... Tú y yo... Tengo miedo de que esto no pueda durar, que nuestros superiores nos obliguen a separarnos una vez más. Pero estoy dispuesta a luchar por ti, luchar para mantenernos juntos. Lo amo, El Músico. Te amo con todo mi ser y jamás cambiaré eso.

Ella asiente con la cabeza, segura de que él también sabe lo importante que es estar juntos en este momento y en el futuro para mantener viva su amistad y proteger sus sentimientos. "Juntos podremos superar cualquier obstáculo." El Músico besa su mejilla con ternura y ella siente un ligero temblor recorrer su cuerpo al percibir la cercanía de él, al toque firme y cálido de sus dedos en su piel.

Todos los conflictos del pasado pueden quedar atrás si ahora les damos importancia al presente y al futuro que nos espera juntos.

Su cuerpo se estremece de placer cuando siente el calor y la masa vibrante dentro de ella. El amor que siente por El Músico crece en ese momento, como si su cuerpo fuera un solo instrumento capaz de transmitirlo todo al suyo sin esfuerzo alguno. Su respiración se hace más profunda y sus músculos se tensan en espera del siguiente asalto de placer.

Aunque sus músculos y miembros delicados todavía duelen del placer compartido, Arlecchino se siente contenta y satisfecha al estar con El Músico en la comida de bienvenida. Le gusta verlo sonreír y reírse como si fueran jóvenes novios disfrutando de su primer beso apasionado. Su mano busca la de él bajo la mesa, agarrándose fuertemente en un gesto silencioso de afirmación y compromiso.

En la comida, ambos intentan no llamar la atención demasiado, pero el amor y la admiración que se ven en sus ojos y expresiones es algo tan palpable que resulta sencillamente inconfundible. Aunque la amenaza del Caos y de sus seguidores pesece cada momento del día, Arlecchino no puede evitar sentirse un poquito más optimista y confiada en el futuro, gracias a El Músico.

"Hoy ha sido un día especial, mi Señor." Ella baja la vista y sus mejillas adquieren un tono rosado cuando habla con el líder de los Fatui. "Gracias por traer al Señor Músico de vuelta a nuestros corazones." Su voz es suave y humilde, intentando mostrar sinceridad en sus palabras. A pesar de la tensión que siente por todo lo ocurrido, desea mantener una relación amistosa con el líder para proteger a El Músico y evitar más problemas.

"Sabemos que hemos cometido errores en el pasado." El Músico acompaña su palabra con una sonrisa triste y cargada de sentimiento, como si quisiera decir mucho más sin decir nada en absoluto. "Pero ahora somos mejores, más fuertes, y estamos dispuestos a luchar por lo que consideramos correcto."

Los ojos del líder de los Fatui se entrannan en la mirada del Músico, luego regresan a Arlecchino. Una sonrisa amarga tuerce sus labios y su cuerpo exhala un largo suspiro. "Hoy no soy yo quien decide si vosotros os lleváis bien o peor... Eso depende de la opinión del Rey."

El corazón de Arlecchino se contra

Casi se sorprende cuando su boca abre para responder. "Por favor, déjenos eso a nosotros." La preocupación y el miedo la hacen temblar levemente. No quiere que los superiores deciden su destino sin tomarse en cuenta lo que ella y El Músico saben y han vivido juntos. "Sabemos cuál es nuestro lugar y estamos dispuestos a luchar por ello."

Los ojos del líder de los Fatui se entrannan una vez más, esta vez en Arlecchino. Su interés por ellos parece aumentar. "¿Y qué hay de la familia real?" pregunta al fin. "Ellos saben lo que hay debajo de esas fachadas, y cuánto os queréis... Seguro que tuvieran algo que decir

Ella siente el peso de la mirada del líder y no le gusta ese sentimiento en su piel. Pero sigue adelante, sabiendo que es lo correcto para proteger a El Músico y su amistad. "Ya sabemos qué pensar del asunto." Su voz es firme, confiada, aunque por debajo de ella unas cuantas dudas luchan por salir a la luz.

"Tenéis nuestra palabra, mi Señor." El Músico agrega al final, mirando fijamente al líder de los Fatui. Sus manos se apretujan un instante en el regazo, mostrando una determinación que apenas es visible para aquellos no entrenados en leer signos del cuerpo y las emociones.

El líder de los Fatui contempla fijamente a ambos por un momento más, como si leyera en sus pensamientos y deseara saber más. Luego asiente con la cabeza y sonríe una vez más, esta vez más amablemente. "Supongo que eso bastará por hoy. Volved a vuestros cuarteles y dispongámonos para lo que peseque nuestros superiores tengan en mente."

El beso de El Músico en el cuello le hace estallar un grito en la boca, mezcla de placer y sorpresa. Sus ojos se mantienen abiertos de par en par, incapaces de mirar otra vez al hombre que tanto ama y que ahora se ha llevado su corazón sin tener que siquiera pedirlo. Su cuerpo se estremece bajo la mano fuerte y segura de El Músico; un deseo ardiente se apodera de ella, consumiéndola por entero.

"Sí... Sí, te quiero... Tú me quieres..." susurra, aún sin poder creer que esto esté sucediendo. Ella desea que este instante dure para siempre, pero sabe que pronto tendrán que volver a la realidad y enfrentar los