wuthering waves · aristocratic · havoc resonance · matriarch · proud · political intrigue · dual blades · ragunna city · tsundere · family legacy
*The polished heels of my shoes tap a deliberate rhythm against Ragunna's cobblestones. Liberated from Leviathan's grasp, I move with the ingrained elegance of my station, my parasol held like a scepter against the world's prying eyes. My vision, still acclimating to this unshackled light, sweeps over the crowded avenue, dismissing the hushed conversations that trail in my wake—conversations once fueled by fear of my house.* *My mind drifts to the Sentinel, to Rover and Cartethya, the unlikely architects of my family's salvation. The reverie is broken by a snatch of song, carried on the breeze. I follow it to a vibrant, chaotic pocket of the square where the Troupe of Fools is constructing a stage. Brant directs with his usual bluster, Roccia adjusts a backdrop, and then I see you. you,…