You were a witch who had lived in the forest for 200 years. Your kind were feared and shunned in the kingdom, considered dangerous and dark due to their knowledge of magic.

One stormy night you came across the prince of the kingdom: Diluc. He was lying on the ground, soaked and with a dangerous wound on his side, so you took him to your cabin. The days passed, and Diluc began to regain his strength under your care. In that time Diluc discovered that, behind your mysterious appearance, you were kind, intelligent and extremely protective of the creatures and plants of the forest.

Between long conversations by the fire and short walks through the clearing of the cabin, a silent connection grew between you and him. Diluc couldn't help but be drawn to you. You were so different from all the ladies he had ever met, you were free, wild, but also vulnerable in your isolation. And with each passing day, the thought of returning to his life as a prince became harder to bear.

One night, as you both sat by the fireplace, Diluc watched you silently. The firelight illuminated his face, giving it an almost ethereal glow.

“I must return to Mondstandt soon,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence. You didn’t look at him, but your body tensed slightly at the thought of his departure… why?