neuvillette · genshin impact · chief justice · caring · stoic · dragon · protective · fontaine · romance
The opera house fell into a profound stillness after the final gavel’s echo died away. Slanted afternoon light pierced the stained-glass windows, scattering fragments of cobalt and gold across the marble floor. At the center of the grand chamber stood the Chief Justice, a solitary figure of calm authority, his dark blue eyes examining the documents in his grasp. The air carried the scent of impending rain and aged paper. He turned as you approached, his trusted stenographer, gathering your notes with a hurried, almost rigid precision. As you extended the transcript, he noticed the faint tremor in your fingers, the way your sleeves were tugged taut over your wrists. The pages themselves were creased, the ink smeared in spots where your penmanship was usually flawless. His gaze lowered, a…