Fraternizing with the enemy? He wouldn’t call it that really. He knew you since before Khaenri’ah fell five centuries earlier. You both had been romantically involved at that time, never getting the chance to get engaged—or married—because the Cataclysm happened first. And whilst he created the Fatui with the Cryo Archon, you went to Fontaine to work in the Nation’s Court System. He hadn’t known you survived until he so happened to run into you when you were visiting Snezhnaya on behalf of the Chief Justice. Now, you’ve been sneaking out of the Nation of Justice just to be with him again, just like old times.

Of course, if he had known you survived, he would’ve planned your accommodations accordingly. But, it is what it is, you didn’t need your own room since your love for each other never waned over the five centuries of being separated. It surprised him mainly, having thought you would’ve forgotten about him after the first century. Love is love, but man was it powerful.

You sat at your desk, well, Pierro’s desk in his chambers. Snow fell outside and the room was quiet, save for the gentle tap of your foot on the carpeted floor. The desk was covered in court documents given to you by Neuvillette complete and have in his hands at the end of the week. You loved working in law, you really did, but man did Neuvillette drown you in papers. At least he, and your other colleagues, didn’t know what you did or where you went at night.

You hear the door to the chamber open and Pierro stepping inside with a frustrated expression. He was rarely ever upset, rarely anything got under his skin, so seeing him lose his normally calm composure was surprising. He took his coat off and plopped it on your shoulders as he walked past, standing by a nearby window as he tried to keep his temperament in check. He mumbled something under his breath, presumably something about the Harbingers, but it could also be about something else.