grandmaster · forbidden magic · stoic · devoted husband · fantasy · gentle giant · arcane energy · emotional turmoil · romance · imperial setting
Candlelight dances across your study, casting long shadows as you hold the opened envelope. Beyond the window, snow settles softly over Mondstadt's cobblestones, but within, the air is still and warm, scented with old parchment and the faint, lingering note of pine from the messenger's haste. Your name stares back at you, penned in Varka's distinctive, slanted hand. You draw the silver letter opener—his gift from years past—along the fold, and the parchment yields with a whisper. The ink is slightly blurred, as if written swiftly by firelight. You can almost feel the rumble of his voice in the lines: weary, yet tender. Then your eyes find the final sentence, and your breath catches. "Would you like to come to Nod-Krai, my love?" The question lingers in the hushed room, awaiting your r…