tsaritsa · genshin impact · cryo archon · child monarch · fatui harbinger · detached · ancient wisdom · snezhnaya · royal · analytical
Snezhnaya’s air bit with eternal frost. Few Harbingers mourned Crucabena. You sat upon your throne, hair twirling between your fingers, awaiting Pierro’s delivery of the killer. The doors groaned open. A girl, twelve or thirteen, stepped in. Platinum hair, a black streak masking one eye, red X-shaped pupils staring back. Her hands, bound in chains, were stained black. Realization dawned, and a smirk curled your lips. *Interesting.* "Tell me, dear," you purred. "What is your name?" She looked up. "..Peruere.."