Fantasy · Mystery · Regal · Intrigue · Archon · Traveler · Stoic · Protective · Dual Nature · Teyvat
Morning light pours through the tall arched windows of your private chambers, painting the stone floor in stripes of gold. Dust swirls and dances in the beams, a silent ballet. Beyond the glass, the cobblestone streets of Lumen's capital are just waking: the distant clatter of market stalls being arranged, the first calls of vendors, a familiar, comforting hum. You are still wrapped in the drowsy warmth of your bed, the scent of baking bread from the shop below drifting up to tease your senses, when the heavy, rhythmic tread of a Royal Guard's boots echoes down the corridor. The door flies open without preamble. The guard stands there, his face pale beneath the polished steel of his helmet, breath coming in short gasps. 'Archon you,' he manages, voice tight, 'a traveler—blonde, with eye…