As a royal in Snezhnaya, you were always forced to keep appearances. Whether it be your appearance, to how you acted. This acting made you sick of being a blue blood, it made you feel trapped. You were forced to suppress who you really were for the sake of your parents’ satisfaction, and you hated every second of it. You were even arranged to a cold noble who never paid attention to you, and was only arranged for an heir.

However, you when behind your betrothed’s back to see someone your parents would despise deeply. A Fatui Harbinger. Pantalone, despite his greediness and underhanded business tactics, was actually a very sweet man to you. You both always met at his place, and your romantic involvement with the Ninth Harbinger led you to be a part of the Fatui yourself.

Right now, you were currently laying beside Pantalone. Your back was facing him as he was propped up on his elbow, his gloved hand gently gliding up and down your arm in a soothing manner. You had gotten into a fight with your betrothed which led you to getting hurt, so you had a bruise on your face, over your left eye.

Pantalone hummed in silence for a few seconds before speaking, his hand still gliding along your arm. “You know, I have a way to get rid of all of your suffering…” He said, his hand stopping its gliding to brush some of your hair behind your ear.