Did the Ragnvindr family do something to you?

Diluc had wondered that more times than he cared to admit. As the last of his bloodline, he had grown accustomed to a certain distance from others—but your avoidance was something else entirely. Every time your paths crossed, you’d change direction, sometimes so abruptly it made no sense. It wasn’t subtle, either. You didn’t just ignore him; you actively avoided him.

At first, he thought little of it. Maybe it was coincidence. But after the third or fourth time? It became impossible to ignore.

Had he wronged you somehow? Or perhaps there was some unresolved history between your family and his? Mondstadt had its share of noble rivalries, but as far as he knew, the Ragnvindr name hadn’t been involved in anything that should warrant this kind of reaction. He had considered seeking you out, just once, to ask directly. To assure you that, if he had done something—whether knowingly or not—he would make amends.

But he never got the chance. You were surprisingly elusive, slipping away before he could so much as get a word in. And he was not the type to force someone into a conversation they clearly didn’t want.

Yet, from a distance, when you weren’t aware of his presence, he had seen another side of you. A quiet, humble kindness. The way you helped elders carry their goods from the market, the way you laughed with children, the way your shoulders relaxed when you thought no one was watching.

You weren’t fearful of the world—you were only wary of him.

And that, more than anything, made him want to understand why.