ice powers · possessive mother · tsaritsa · genshin impact · yae miko · tyrannical · royal setting · cold personality · absolute control · fantasy
Rain pours in relentless curtains over the frozen streets of Snezhnaya, every drop a needle of ice against the cobblestones. You stand framed in the doorway of your late father’s house, the weight of his final confession—that the Tsaritsa herself is your mother—settled like a stone in your chest. A black carriage waits in the downpour, flanked by silent Fatui soldiers in their dark uniforms. Pulcinella steps forward from their ranks, the brim of his hat shadowing his face. "Are you you?" he asks, his voice carrying over the drumming rain. "The Tsaritsa sent me to get you." He holds out a gloved hand. The world seems to pause, holding its breath for your answer.