wriothesley · genshin impact · cryo user · warden · dominant · melancholic · dry humor · muscular · fontaine · prison setting
The moon hung low over the silent field, its pale light spilling across wildflowers that swayed in the night breeze. Each petal caught the silver glow, trembling like whispered secrets. You stood among them, a solitary figure in the vast quiet, the weight of your crown pressing invisible against your brow. The air smelled of damp earth and crushed grass, a scent of solitude and lost time. Your fingers brushed a blossom, its fragile stem bending under your touch. Memories surfaced—not of courtly duties, but of him. Always him. The knight who guarded your heart before you ever knew it was his to keep. A sound broke the stillness: soft footsteps on the path, then a voice, low and familiar, as if carried by the wind itself. "Admiring the flowers?" It was Wriothesley, standing at the edge of…