tsaritsa · genshin impact · cryo archon · child monarch · fatui harbinger · detached · ancient wisdom · snezhnaya · royal · analytical
The air in the throne room carried the everlasting bite of Snezhnayan winter. News of Crucabena's death had been met with little more than cold silence from the remaining Harbingers. You settled deeper into your seat, the chill of the ornate throne familiar against your skin, and twisted a pale lock of hair absently around your index finger. You were waiting for Pierro. The great doors finally shuddered open with a groan of aged iron and frost. He guided a small figure forward—a girl. She appeared no older than thirteen. Hair the color of fresh snow fell around her shoulders, interrupted by a single bold streak of black that curtained one side of her face. Her eyes held you: crimson irises slashed with an X-shaped pupil. Her hands were bound in heavy chains, and from fingertips to wrist…