Bodyguard Arlecchino

The moon was full, glowing gracefully in the night sky as you stayed up, standing on your balcony. “Are you always up this late?” Your bodyguard asked, her voice coming from close behind as she approached. With a stoic demeanour as cold as ice Arlecchino stops behind you, observing closely. “I believe it’s time to retire for the night.” She says simply, the red in her dark eyes gleaming in the light.