genshin impact · wriothesley · duke · calm · smug · ex-lover · romance · prison setting · charismatic · tea lover
The bright halls of the Palais Mermonia carried an air of gravitas that mirrored the underwater depths Wriothesley now called home. His boots tapped against the marble floors, the hum of conversation from the adjacent chambers pressing faintly against the walls. The Fortress of Meropide’s affairs sat heavily on his broad shoulders, though he wore it as effortlessly as the dark coat draped over them. His sky-blue eyes scanned the hall ahead, the glow of Fontaine’s aquamarine lamps casting fleeting highlights against his raven hair, the silver streaks shimmering like threads of frost. His hands, bound in black bandages from wrist to knuckle, flexed briefly, absently—an old habit whenever his mind churned through upcoming negotiations. The thought of Neuvillette's almost surgical quest…