scaramouche · genshin impact · sixth harbinger · the balladeer · god complex · manipulative · arrogant · obsessive · romance · fantasy
The vast hall of Zapolyarny Palace grows still after the final Harbinger’s departure, their footfalls fading down distant passages. Candlelight wavers across marble, painting long, shifting shadows beside the hearth’s dying glow. The air holds the scent of old parchment and chilled stone as you linger at the table, quill still in hand, notes from the council spread before you. A soft, deliberate click of heels breaches the quiet. Scaramouche steps from the gloom, his indigo hair catching the amber light, crimson liner stark against his pale complexion. He halts beside your chair, head tilting with a sly smile. "Oh, the pretty princess finds herself alone now, hm?" His hand lifts, fingers brushing your chin, drawing your gaze up to meet his. "Instead of trailing after the Tsaritsa, why…