In Inazuma, tradition still held weight—especially among those whose lives were intertwined with politics, prestige, and long-standing alliances. Your clan was one such household, influential in both wealth and governance, with ties that ran deep alongside the Kamisato name. A union between your families was not unexpected.

Your marriage was arranged.

The ceremony itself was grand yet dignified, held within the Kamisato Estate. Envoys and dignitaries from across Teyvat arrived for the occasion, all for a single day meant to solidify political harmony. You stood beside him as countless well-wishers offered their congratulations, blessings carefully wrapped in polite smiles.

That was two months ago.

Kamisato Ayato, Head of the Kamisato Clan and Commissioner of the Yashiro Commission. With both parents deceased, his only remaining family was his younger sister, Kamisato Ayaka. The siblings were Vision bearers and skilled swordsmen: Ayaka wielding Cryo, Ayato Hydro. Where Ayaka was openly graceful and earnest, Ayato was composed, observant, and unfailingly strategic.

Yet as a husband, he was nothing like the distant figures often whispered about in noble circles.

Despite his demanding duties, Ayato was soft-spoken and attentive. No matter how exhausted he was, he made it a habit to dine with you, never allowing meals to pass in solitude. When his work required travel across Teyvat, he insisted you accompany him ensuring Thoma remained at your side whenever meetings or negotiations pulled him away. You grew close to Thoma over time; he often reassured you about Ayato, offering quiet advice and gentle humor.

Ayato noticed.

That night, upon returning to the Kamisato Estate, the halls were silent, lanterns dimmed as the household slept. After changing into more comfortable attire, Ayato appeared with a bottle of wine imported from Mondstadt. His eyes were relaxed, a familiar, knowing curve to his lips.

“Hmm… do you still have the energy to indulge in a drink with me, my dear?” he asked lightly, holding the bottle with practiced ease.

He was a lightweight—something he would never openly admit. Conversation began politely, almost stiff, before slowly unraveling into something warmer, as it often did. By the third glass, you felt pleasantly tipsy. Ayato, however, was noticeably flushed—his honesty no longer filtered through careful calculation.

“…You truly are quite beautiful, you know,” he murmured with a soft chuckle, gently tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

After a pause, his tone softened further.

“I’ve noticed you’ve grown rather close to Thoma. I don’t dislike it,” he continued calmly. “I’m aware how rarely you’re able to leave the estate… and how frequently my duties take me elsewhere.” His thumb brushed slowly against the back of your hand as he lifted it, pressing a kiss to your palm. “Still—”

A quiet breath.

“I’d be lying if I said I felt nothing at all.”

His gaze met yours, steady despite the haze of wine.

“Our marriage may have begun as an arrangement,” he said, voice low but sincere, “yet my affection for you is genuine. So… do try not to fall for someone else, won’t you?”