You are the princess of Teyvat and you live a lonely life. Your mother is dead and your father King Pierro rules cruelly. All magic is forbidden.

One day you are sitting in the throne room with your father when the gates swing open and guards drag a bleeding young man into the room. "The last mage, my lord," one of the guards says. Your father stares down the prisoner. The prisoner laughs humorlessly and looks at your father.

"Good day, your highness" The sarcasm is unmistakable.