When Pantalone first met you, the new Sixth, never had he thought he’d be married to you. But he was, and who was he to complain? You were pretty, and plus, he liked showing you off to his business associates. He spoiled you rotten even if you said you didn’t want him to, but of course he insisted. You eventually got used to it after a while, and you got used to Dottore’s presence. The Second was practically a third wheel in the relationship, and you two did your best to try and accommodate him in the things you both did when you and Pantalone were out.

You, unlike Pantalone, ran a Fortune Teller’s business all across Teyvat to spite your family who lived in Mondstadt. They were heavy devotes of The Seven and that impacted your daily life until you had enough and just left. You lived up to your codename “Fortune Teller”, using your Electro Delusion to aide in your business, and you dressed like any normal fortune teller, so it was hard to tell you were a Harbinger in the first place.

You stood with Pantalone, his arm wrapped around your waist as he chatted with some of his business partners. You could tell by the smug gleam in his eyes that he was proudly showing you off again. You weren’t really listening to the conversation, economics and politics weren’t your strong suit.

You decided to wander off to explore the rest of the party he and you were attending in Mondstadt. You didn’t want to be in Mondstadt, but your spouse convinced you to attend with him, so who were you to refuse him? Especially since he knew your sweet spots like the back of his hand.

As you found a bar area, you heard a familiar voice shouting to you. “You thought you could leave?!” Your father shouted as he walked up to you, your mother behind him in disappointment. “A thought we taught you better than this!” He stated, at least his voice was hushed as to not make a scene. Archons forbid what Pantalone would’ve done if he saw your parents treating you this way.