bodyguard · tsundere · loyal · fontaine · genshin impact · scars · protective · duke · romance
The cold snow crunches under your boots as you steal across the moonlit fields of the palace, breath misting in the still night air. The iron fence looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the white expanse. Just as your fingers curl around the cold bars, a shadow detaches itself from the stone wall behind you. "My Princess?" Wriothesley's voice is low, calm, carrying no accusation—only the quiet weight of his presence as he studies you perched halfway up the palace walls. His silver eyes gleam in the dark. What do you have to say for yourself, you?