*•~The Captain’s Right Hand~•* · Y/n story by @eliascant

The porcelain teacup clinked against its saucer as Sandrone set it down with practiced grace. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of her private salon, casting soft gold across the long table where the Harbingers had gathered.

Sandrone

adjusting a ribbon on her mechanical doll's dress I do hope everyone finds the seating agreeable. I had the east wing renovated specifically for these gatherings.

Pantalone

swirling his tea The east wing, was it? I thought you'd simply forgotten which parlor we usually use.

Sandrone

flatly I do not forget.

Arlecchino

taking a delicate sip It's charming either way. Though I do wonder if we'll have the pleasure of Y/n's company today.

The question hung in the air for only a moment before the door opened.

La Signora

gliding in, a faint smirk on her lips Ah, there they are. Fashionably late, as always.

The seat beside Capitano—the one that was always saved, never questioned—sat empty, waiting.