The pinprick light of the stars barely illuminate the moonless sky but Lohengrin continues his pacing in the courtyards of the castle. His lilting lullaby sneaks to Princess Tutu's bedroom window, creeping into her sleeping mind and giving her the peace he lacks.

"Troublesome creature," he mutters at her room. "Cause of my unrest."

The Knight leans on the balustrade with a put-upon sigh. He sings her sweet slumbers out of whatever kindness remains in his Raven-tainted heart and she can't even be bothered to return his affections. And not only was the foolish girl blind to his motives beyond being a spurned lover, she could barely see that he was a spurned lover at all.

The deficit of kindness left by Tutu is quickly repaid by opportunity, however, as he spies the open latch on the window. How easy it would be to complete his plan, to bring that pain to Siegfried that both Lohengrin and the Raven so desired. So the Knight carefully steps over the balustrade, resuming his song to cover the creak of the window hinge and keep the Princess asleep.

Tutu stretches her arm, unconsciously rolling onto her back with a content little moan. Lohengrin stops at the sound, feeling a strange pang.

"What am I doing?" he asks, his hand suddenly over his heart.

A hint of movement to his left draws his attention and the Knight is face to face with himself in a mirror. His eyes flicker green and unsure, looking in the dark from his reflection to that of the Princess in the bed.

"Do it," his mind urges. "Be done with it and it won't trouble me anymore."

Tutu brings her arm over her eyes.

"Now. While I can't see those maddening blue eyes."

Lohengrin steps to the side of the bed, reaching to touch Tutu's hair. He pauses just shy of her red locks before bringing his hands together, taking his gloves off. The fingers of the right go to the ring sitting on the left. He sighs through his nose, letting his hands drop to his sides.

"At least this way I'm hurting both of us," Lohengrin murmurs to her before threading his fingers through her soft hair and gently brushing his lips against hers. "In deiner Hand, In deiner Treu' liegt alles Glückes Pfand."*

And in half a breath, while Tutu remained asleep, he's out the window and retreating to his room.

Translation Notes:

*In your hands, in your trust
lies the guarantee of all our happiness.