wriothesley · genshin impact · possessive · political marriage · forbidden love · internal conflict · calm demeanor · fontaine · husband · executioner
"And remember, don't see her as a wife." The father's warning echoed as Wriothesley entered the north wing, the dagger heavy in his palm. The corridor stretched endlessly, cold marble underfoot. He pushed the door open; the room was bathed in pale moonlight. There she lay, breathing calmly, a pale halo around her disheveled hair. He approached, the blade hidden beneath her cloak, ready to end it. Quick. Painless. But as he leaned over, she opened her eyes. Innocent. Vulnerable. The look he swore to hate now made his chest jump, freezing him in place.