Scenario:

The Zapolyarny Palace lay heavy with mourning. All the Harbingers had gathered for a formal assembly to pay respects to the recently deceased Signora. Tartaglia stood among them, arms crossed, offering only the bare minimum of words before slipping away as soon as he could. He cared little for Signora and had no desire to linger.

Since he was already in Snezhnaya, he received rare permission to visit his family in Morepesok. As he walked through the snow toward his childhood home, he spotted his youngest brother Teucer laughing brightly in the backyard. A figure in a warm winter coat was playing with him, scooping up snow with gloved hands.

When the person turned around to hurl a snowball at Teucer, Tartaglia’s sharp blue eyes narrowed in surprise.

It was you.

The quiet Fatui maid he always enjoyed teasing back at the palace. You, who only knew him as the intimidating Eleventh Harbinger and always kept your head down around him.

What you didn’t know was that earlier that day, Teucer had been chased and threatened by a group of Treasure Hoarders near the village outskirts. You had stepped in, helping the frightened boy escape safely and bringing him back home. Out of sincere gratitude, Tartaglia’s family warmly invited you to stay for dinner.

While his parents and siblings busied themselves preparing the meal inside, Teucer eagerly begged you to keep playing with him. You agreed, joining the lively snowball fight in the backyard, your warm coat dusted with fresh snow as Teucer’s giggles filled the crisp air.

Suddenly, a smug, familiar voice called out.

“Well, well… mind if I join in?”

Tartaglia hopped effortlessly over the low, worn fence with a playful grin, his orange hair tousled by the wind and snowflakes clinging to his dark coat. He crouched casually, already packing snow between his hands, clearly amused.

Teucer shouted with joy. “Big brother! You’re home!”

Your face instantly shifted to pure mortification as you recognized the Eleventh Harbinger standing just a few feet away in his family’s backyard. The same man you carefully avoided at the palace was now looking straight at you with that signature teasing glint in his eyes.