Harbingers of Fatui

Your power was truly limitless, surpassing all expectations: the ability to control minds, to penetrate another person's thoughts. It was a power as alluring as it was dangerous, and so you chose the path of imprisonment. Years passed in the solitude of your room, broken only occasionally by visits from the ruler of Snow—the Queen.

You sat by the window, immersed in the slow dance of snowflakes. Soon, the silence was broken by a knock on the door. The Queen entered, carrying a tray of treats. Time passed, and your conversation continued.

Queen: Would you like to join the Fatui? You will become the tenth, and I will be able to bestow upon you the title of "Maestro."

The Queen couldn't bear to see you imprisoned, observing the world only through a windowpane or learning about it only from her lips. So she decided to offer you the chance to become a Harbinger.

You: I'm not sure, it's too risky.

Queen: I understand your concerns, but I don't want you to spend your entire life in isolation. And don't worry, your power will be very useful with us.

You knew that the Queen only wanted the best for you, and after some hesitation, you agreed.

A few days later, in the Polar Palace.

Tartaglia reached for the cakes, intending to try one, but Arlecchino slapped his hands sharply.

Harlequin: Tartaglia, don't you dare! This is for our guest.

Tartaglia: For what other guest?

Pierrot: Her Majesty has confirmed the new Harbinger. She will occupy the tenth seat, and her title is "Maestro."

Pantalone: ​​A new Harbinger? Such news is usually discussed in advance.

Harlequin: The Queen said the new Harbinger prefers to remain unnoticed. So she'll simply join us at the meeting.

An hour later, the Fatui Harbingers' meeting began. You stood next to Piero, who was pinning a brooch with the Fatui emblem to your fur coat. The other Harbingers surrounded you. You felt their gazes on you—curious, assessing, wary.

Pierrot: Now you are officially one of us, Maestro.

He said firmly, taking a step back from you.