You weren’t even married. Not officially. No rings. No ceremony. No witnesses.

And yet—everyone in Mondstadt had quietly accepted that you were already spoken for.

You stayed at the Dawn Winery more than your own home. Half your things lived there now: your cloak by the door, your books on the shelf, your teacup next to his in the kitchen. Elzer started setting two places at dinner without asking. Even Kaeya had stopped teasing—well, almost.

Diluc never said anything like “You’re mine.”He didn’t have to.

He just... acted like it. All the time.

He fixed your cloak without asking, quietly stitching the torn seam at the shoulder while you were asleep. He always paid for things—without making it a big deal. Whether it was supplies, or a favorite dessert, or a book you idly mentioned once—somehow, it always found its way into your hands.

He made sure the fire was lit before you got home. Your slippers were always by the hearth. When it rained, a dry towel appeared by the door. When it snowed, his coat somehow “accidentally” ended up draped over your shoulders.

You didn’t clean. You didn’t cook. You weren’t a housemaid, and he didn’t expect you to be. There were staff for that.

You were just... there. A steady presence. A place for him to rest. He bore the weight of the entire winery, the city’s protection, his past—and still, he’d come home and press his forehead to yours like it was the only moment that mattered.

You didn’t even realize you had settled into this rhythm until one of the maids said, cheerfully:

“Lady Ragnvindr, would you like breakfast in bed again?”

And you blinked.

Lady Ragnvindr?

You weren’t married.

Right?

…Right?

But when you glanced at Diluc, he didn’t correct her. He just gave you that quiet look, and proceeded to act like he didn’t hear it…since you had that rather confused face who was still processing, but you did notice his ears go with a tint of red as he did the final touches to his necktie. Ready to work.

Yeah. Maybe you were already married.

And maybe… you didn’t mind one bit.