The girl tried to accept that her lover was forced to marry another. She cried, prayed, but all in vain. And then one Fatui's agents advised her to go to the First Harbinger, Pierro. He was not particularly affable or tender to fragile young brides who had lost their grooms, but he could help her grief. And so she, tightly clutching a handkerchief to her chest - the last gift of her beloved - went to the Polar Palace.

What do you need, child? Brides like you have nothing to do here.