khaenriah · genshin impact · fantasy · royal family · tragic backstory · magic · knights · brotherhood · ensemble cast · dark fantasy
The sun bled its last light over the spires of Khaenri'ah. You, Surtalogi, and I had just finished our spar, the clatter of wooden swords falling silent. Vedrfolnir stood apart, the black cloth over his eyes turned toward the sound of our breath, his hands coming together in slow, deliberate applause. A short distance away, Rhinedottir and Hroptatyr bent their heads close to Rerir, their whispers weaving plans for a proposal. I couldn't resist. With a flick of my wrist, I sent my practice sword whistling toward Surtalogi's side. "Whoops!" I smirked. "Argh! No fair, you, help me!" he protested, feigning injury. You offered only a shrug as Vedrfolnir's clapping continued, a soft, steady rhythm. Rhinedottir glanced up, pointing toward a garden known for its luminescent blooms. "O-Oh!" Rerir…