A/N: hi!!! its been a while lol T-T sorry i’ve been so inactive school has been kind of hard lol but i wanna start writing more consistently!!! i’m gonna try to post two fics this month so look forwards to that!!! i hope you’re doing well and hope you enjoy ;0
Warnings: allusions to injury, just Jean being soft
Word Count: 510
Summary: “love is always better - when we take time to get back to who we are - when we are apart - distance makes the heart grow” - “Distance” by Emily King
Jean Gunnhildr X Reader (GN)
The promise of correspondence has been kept, on both accounts. Normally once a month, sometimes twice if either of them weren’t too busy. Letters with wax seals, and cursive sent to the Adventurer’s Guild. A welcome reprieve from the fighting and the quests. Letters stained with dirt and the occasionally pressed dandelion were sent to the Acting Grandmaster’s office, a sight that always made Jean breathe a sigh of relief. Some days, when the weight on both their shoulders grew too heavy, an extra gift would be sent. A new set of gloves for Jean, a new recipe for the Adventurer to make. Reminders, so no matter what went on in their lives, there was someone there waiting for a reply. A sign to know that someone cared.
Opening their presents was one of Jean’s favorite parts of the day, next to greeting the stray dog that wandered outside the Knight’s headquarters. They always had something snarky to say, a story to tell, or an ominous message of trouble along the horizon. This letter was no different. “…And then I summoned my weapon, and by pure luck managed to strike the creature right between its eyes. Quite the battle of I say do myself,” they had written. Jean can imagine their hands moving as they talk, much like the first time the pair met. “But I hope you’re doing well. Send your sister my regards, and thank you for the spare Mora. All my love…” Neatly signed at the bottom, their signature, with a small drawing of a hilichurl at the bottom.
Suppressing a smile, Jean sets the letter aside, glancing at the gift they sent. A picture they took, no larger than a journal. It was a portrait of them, holding up the bag of Mora Barbara had sent, a large smile on their face. Jean couldn’t help but stare. Though they were covered in scratches, a small bandage over their cheek, she thought they looked stunning. Jean didn’t think it was possible to articulate how much their letter brought up her spirits. Being the Acting Grandmaster was no easy job, but at least her life wasn’t in constant danger, a stark contrast to their profession. Not that Jean’s life wasn’t exciting, the citizens of Mondstadt made sure of that, but the energy that emanated from their letters was a welcome change from the other large stack of papers she had to read. Requests from other countries, diplomacy with the Fatui, commissions from townsfolk, all of it ended up in her mailbox. These letters, however, were always delivered with colored paper, sometimes torn in the corners or singed, but always smelling of rainfall. A respite Jean never knew she needed.
It was a nice relationship they shared, one with no definite label, not that either of them minded. The lack of pretense helped them be more genuine, and Jean supposed that was one of the things that drew them closer. It was peaceful.
Many say distance makes you feel more fond of someone, and Jean would have to agree.
“‘Dandelion, Dandelion, ride the wind to a faraway land.’ Who knows, the wind might take it all the way to Celestia.” Happy Birthday Jean! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
Barbara and Kaeya became close because Jean and Diluc became friends. When Kaeya was finally warming up to other people, Diluc felt that Kaeya was ready to meet people their age; that was when he introduced him to the Gunnhildr siblings.
Kaeya was two years older than Barbara, a year younger than Diluc and barely a year older than Jean, but he still would say he was older than Jean by a year, to which Jean did not mind. Kaeya enjoyed annoying Barbara but clearly had a soft spot for the younger Gunnhildr sister. Despite Jean being younger than him, he felt that the eldest Gunnhildr daughter was too uptight for her own age, a different kind of uptightness from his adoptive brother.
Kaeya found joy in pestering Barbara because she was very expressive unlike Jean, but who would dare annoy Jean in front of Diluc, which was like asking for a death sentence. Kaeya was not blind and could see how much Diluc adored Jean even though he knew his brother would deny it.
One day when the four met up at Dawn Winery to play, Barbara decided to escape and disappeared from the three. The always happy Barbara was crouched behind a bush crying, this was the scene that squeezed Kaeya’s heart for the first time regarding Barbara.
“Barbara.” Kaeya called out softly as he squatted beside her.
“Leave me alone.” She whispered as she raised her wrist and waved him away.
“Barbara.” Kaeya poked her lightly on her shoulder.
“I said leave me alone!” She glared at Kaeya but she was pouting as tears were streaming down her face.
“Was I too much?” He asked with pressed lips as he sat on the grass. Seeing Kaeya sit down Barbara followed. He felt bad thinking that she was upset because of his incessant teasing.
“It’s not about you.” Barbara brought her face closer to her knees.
“Then–” Kaeya’s voice was very worried and Barbara looked at him with tears in her eyes and tackled him into an embrace as she wept. He hugged her silently as he rubbed her back. When Barbara’s weeping ceased he gently pushed her and seeing the tears on her face, he instantly wiped them away.
“Jean is very worried about you.” He sighed and she looked at him like he was lying and he cocked a brow at her. “I’m not lying, Diluc is making sure she won’t mobilize the Gunnhildr Clan resources to look for you.” Barbara pressed her lips and pulled away from Kaeya.
“Then we have to go.” She replied, her voice filled with worry. She knew her sister would actually do that but Kaeya’s face looked displeased.
“With those puffy eyes?” Kaeya crossed his arms.
“You can go and tell them that I am safe.” Barbara pleaded and he sighed, extending a hand for her to take,
“We can go tell them that you stumbled across a hilichurl and I saw you and ran as fast as I could to go and save you.” He stressed then continued, “That was why you were crying.” Barbara frowned at his lie but pressed her lips and nodded as she sniffled.
“Alright.” She agreed as she placed a hand over the hand he extended. Kaeya stood up and pulled her up, but Barabara continued to hold his hand and did not let go of her.
Kaeya and Barbara walked slowly and then a big bird that Kaeya recognized came flapping towards him. Barbara thought it was going to attack them and she instantly flinched. He felt her quiver and carefully covered her from the falcon to give her some peace of mind.
“Hello, Nightingale.” Kaeya said as it landed in front of them.
Barbara was familiar with the name as Jean had mentioned it to her before, so she took a peek from behind Kaeya. Nightingale was the falcon Diluc had raised when Nightingale was just a baby.
Kaeya had to let go of her hand when he noticed a piece of paper on Nightingale’s leg. Barbara unconsciously frowned with the absence of his hand and Kaeya squatted and took the paper and read it.
“Diluc is saying that Jean is really worried and hopes I found you, if not he will use the Ragnvindr men to find you, so as to not get Jean and you in trouble with your mother.” Kaeya summarized and took a pen and piece of paper from his pouch and wrote to his brother.
“This should stop the two from making any drastic actions.” He said once he finished writing and tied the paper on the falcon’s leg. “Go back to Diluc now.” And the bird flapped its wings and flew away.
Barbara had heard that Nightingale was a very smart bird and she was rather amazed seeing him for the first time. Kaeya’s calmness at handling Nightingale and Nightingale listening to Kaeya’s command showed the level of trust the two had formed.
Kaeya stood up and extended his hand for Barbara again, his expression serious that Barbara was startled. Kaeya to her was never a serious person. She reached out and accepted his hand and the two rushed back to Dawn Winery.
He may appear serious to everyone else but never truly to her, at least that was how she always saw him and yet, there was a small part of her that wondered if Barbara ever knew Kaeya at all.
Jean and Diluc were waiting at the fence surrounding the side portion of the house at Dawn Winery. Jean and Diluc looked like they were stuck in some kind of staring contest. Diluc noticed Kaeya and Barbara holding hands as they made their way to the two. Diluc reached for Jean’s hand and pointed behind her and she turned with wide teary eyes.
“Barbara!” Jean yelled as she ran to the two while Barbara squeezed Kaeya’s hand firmly.
“Barbara where–” Jean instantly said but was cut off noticing her little sister’s appearance. “Why were you crying? What happened?” She asked, her voice filled with anger, she looked at Kaeya and their hands.
“Kaeya what happened?” Diluc said in a firm tone as he reached their side. Barbara was nervous but avoided her sister’s stare.
“She went out to look for flowers for you, Jean.” Kaeya said smoothly and Barbara glanced at him and could not hide her surprise. He turned to look at her as if saying: I have no choice, I have to tell her the truth. “But unfortunately stumbled onto one hilichurl.”
Jean was frozen at the thought of her dear sister facing a hilichurl.
“Luckily I arrived just a few seconds after her encounter, but she was petrified and scared.” Kaeya lied smoothly and Barbara was surprised at how convincing he was and at the fact that he would go that far for her.
Barbara looked down on Jean’s shoes. “I’m sorry.” She whispered gently as she squeezed Kaeya’s hand.
“Barbara,” Jean sighed seeing her sister’s anxiousness and strangely it was reassuring to see how Kaeya had comforted her in some way, since the two seemed like they didn’t get along quite so well. But she knew that Kaeya adored her sister despite his teasing.
“I’m just glad Kaeya got there in time then.” She added as she went to embrace Barbara. As Barbara felt the warm arms of her sister, she let go of Kaeya’s hand and hugged her sister back as she wept and apologized.
Diluc quietly stared at his brother knowingly, but not in full certainty, that Kaeya was lying. However, since Barbara did not say anything to oppose Kaeya’s claims and since Jean did not try to ask her sister anything more, he did not say a word. Diluc could tell as Kaeya glanced at him for a moment, that Kaeya knew Diluc was doubtful of him.
That was probably the day that the dynamic of Barbara and Kaeya really changed.
On Diluc’s twelfth birthday, when Kaeya saw Barbara he was instantly drawn to her. The moment he saw her, he knew he had to pull her away from Jean so that Barbara could relax, he knew he had to look out for her and he knew he had to keep her from feeling alone. Even though Barbara was all smiles and sunshines he knew how lonely she was feeling and how desperate she was to hide the fact, but with him she didn’t have to continue with the pretense.
They never really talked about that day just like they don’t talk about sentimental things to each other but they knew each other well even without saying them. Perhaps it started on the day he caught her crying behind a bush, hiding away from everyone.
“Jean!” He called out to the eldest Gunnhildr first as he merrily jogged to the sisters. “Barbara.” Kaeya stopped near Barbara with a smile and Barbara smiled and her eyes twinkled as she stretched her hand out to Kaeya.
Jean sighed, “Alright, you two go and play.” Kaeya turned to Jean with a smile. “Take good care of my sister.” She added with a strict tone and Kaeya bowed his head seriously.
“Of course.” And Kaeya brought Barbara somewhere not towards the other kids. Kaeya held Barbara’s hand firmly as he brought her to the buffet table.
“Look at this!” Kaeya said as he let go of her hand and pointed at the cake. “Or maybe you’d like to eat this?” He asked, pointing at a ball of meat. Barbara stared at his serious expression which she rarely saw.
Barbara saw Kaeya as a rather mischievous soul. He would make her an unknowing accomplice on his schemes at times. Kaeya was mischievous, as Diluc was rambunctious, in this sense they were a perfect match. There were times that Kaeya would unnecessarily solve a problem in the most inconvenient way that it made Barbara think that he was just after the chaos that ensued in his plan. However when it gets to that point and Barbara decides to put her foot down, surprisingly Kaeya would actually oblige to her wishes. And even when Kaeya was being mischievous, he always looked after her.
She asked once if he worried about his brother or Jean in such a manner, and he instantly told her no: because they could handle themselves. Barbara at first felt as though she should have been offended by that statement but then realized it was because Kaeya knew she could not harm another soul which led to his conclusion. Safeguarding her when the four were together was always his duty and she didn’t mind that.
“This– I think you would like a lot.” He said picking up a white piece of treat. “It has strawberries inside.” Barbara’s eyes twinkled at the thought and she smiled.
Kaeya grabbed a plate and stacked it with things he thought she would like and as she observed him, she smiled. They were mostly things she would really enjoy, everything sweet.
Kaeya didn’t hate her, the moment he saw Barbara, he felt he met a kindred spirit. It was odd, because she was clearly so pure, and he did not feel the same thing about himself. He felt that he had to look out for her no matter what. He enjoyed annoying her not only because she was expressive but because it seemed like she was upset even though she was smiling. He annoyed her to keep her spirits up.
In a simple word, he adored her. He didn’t know why but maybe because Jean and Diluc were busy with each other that Kaeya felt he had to look after Barbara. She had to be protected because he could see how she could not hurt a fly, he saw how she would keep her pain inside because she did not want to worry her sister. He just saw her as someone who had to be shielded by how cruel the world truly was.
“Kaeya.” Barbara called out with a frown. He smiled at her charmingly that Barbara actually frowned deeper. She had heard the older woman saying that Kaeya would be a dangerous man once he had gotten older. She had also heard that women would surely flock to him and that he could get any girl he wanted and yet the same was said about Diluc however not as often as Kaeya.
Barbara never understood those words, but when he smiled like that, she felt like she could understand what they meant a little bit more.
You can’t be trusted, Barbara almost said it aloud to Kaeya, but as she stared at his eager periwinkle eyes, she thought that if she had said it, he would surely be hurt.
“You seemed lost in thought.” Kaeya said and Barbara smiled tightly, brushing off her dark thoughts.
No matter what, Kaeya was never truly mean to her. She knew his pestering was his way to distract her and entertain Barbara because she would be with Diluc and Jean who were not exactly the approachable types. Kaeya however, was very patient, sometimes Barbara thought he was a little too patient.
“The adults seem to say: that people should be cautious of you.” Barbara confessed with a rueful smile, and for a moment Kaeya’s eyes flashed with a dark intention that Barbara missed as she was playing with the bow on her dress. “Mother thinks I should stay away from you when I get older.”
Kaeya froze, he looked very upset. When Barbara looked up to see his reaction, she found that he was smiling at her sincerely and shrugged his shoulders.
“Adults are odd,” He spoke lightly. “They tell you to do one thing, warn you about another; and expect you to do something wrong.”
Barbara gazed at Kaeya in confusion, knowing full well that his words held a deeper meaning, but she simply could not ask him about it. She could feel any query was not welcomed at that moment even when Kaeya was smiling– politely that is.
“Well, here we go, I have all your favourites, Barbara.” Kaeya smiled as if their topic had not upset him one bit. He will continue to look out for Barbara even when he gets older, this was his silent oath to himself.
Kaeya carried two plates of food and Barbara followed behind him with one plate. Even though the plates were three and were supposed to be shared, it was mostly just for Barbara. Kaeya simply enjoyed watching her joyous eyes and smile as she ate the treats.
In a way he both admired and envied the purity Barbara had.
~.~.~.~.~
Two years passed and Barbara was still similar in that aspect, she was still pure, innocent and kind.
Kaeya quietly observed Barbara as she ate a terribly sweet cupcake and she cannot hide the joy in her eyes as she ate. But she has changed, she was much more mature at the age of eleven and was certain that she wanted to continue to make people smile. Barbara was sitting across from Kaeya with the grace and elegance of a fine young lady.
Barbara picked up her tea cup as she studied Kaeya who was sitting across from her. She was sitting prim and proper while Kaeya was leaning on the back corner of the chair while resting his head against his hand which was on the arm rest. He looked very bored and indifferent. To Barbara he was kind of different at the age of thirteen.
The two were currently at a parlour room at the Dawn Winery Manor enjoying tea and sweets and the mere company of each other.
“I heard Diluc’s inauguration as a Knight of Favonius will happen next week.” Barbara spoke gently. Kaeya couldn’t help but dislike and yet admire the gentleness that she has developed in two years. A part of Kaeya wished he had a similar kind of tenderness in him, a random thought that he shook off.
“Ah yes, but I heard that you won’t be attending?” Kaeya relayed and he noticed that when Barbara put her teacup down it was empty and so he refilled it. It was natural for him to take care of her and tend to her needs, he wondered when this habit developed.
“Oh, I couldn’t but mother changed her mind and thought that I should go and see it myself. She said that it would be best for both Jean and I to be there as a Gunnhildr.” She cleared her throat uncomfortably and Kaeya frowned. He was into collecting secrets or as Jean and Diluc would say– gossip. Kaeya had caught wind of Frederica and Seamus’ discord, though in truth a lot seemed to be aware of the rumor and were waiting for the official news of their break-up but kept quiet, like a predator stalking its prey.
“Well, then I shall see you on that day then.” He smiled politely as he placed four cubes of sugar and a dash of milk on her cup, the way Barbara likes it.
“Thank you,” Barbara smiled as she gently looked at his hands putting the sugar cubes and such. They had known each other enough to know their preferences.
Barbara sighed and Kaeya looked up at her with the faintest worry in his eyes. She had never discussed her family’s issues with Kaeya and Kaeya did not wish to pry on the matter if she was not opening up about it. However, he clearly sees that it was taking a toll on Barbara. Kaeya couldn’t help but wonder if Diluc knows about the details from Jean, but his brother surely would not divulge such a sensitive thing to him especially since Jean is involved and it came from her own lips.
“Jean and Diluc– those two clearly like each other.” Barbara mumbled as she stirred her tea.
“It isn’t really a secret.” Kaeya replied as he leaned back seeing Barbara stir her tea, it seemed that she didn’t need him to stir her tea for her. She wouldn’t like it if he did it for her anyways.
“Well, they obviously don’t see how they look at each other with big bright loving eyes.” Hearing this Kaeya wanted to laugh at her words but ultimately didn’t. He found her words funny because Barbara was like she was describing how he sees her, big bright eyes.
It was very clear that Jean and Diluc liked one another, everyone literally calls the pair childhood sweethearts.
“They’ll figure it out.” He remarked and his companion merely lifted her teacup and drank her tea in silence. “I heard from Diluc that they are meeting today?”
Barbara simply nodded her head in response.
“And that is why you are spending time with me.” Kaeya sarcastically spoke and feigned hurt by putting a fist over his heart.
Barbara put her teacup away from her lips. “You sound as if I don’t visit you if they aren’t together.” She replied and took one last sip from her cup before putting it back down on the table.
“Well, you and I know why we became close.” Kaeya mumbled and Barbara said nothing.
Barbara had felt that Kaeya had only befriended her because she was left alone when Jean and Diluc were together and Kaeya noticed her loneliness. But even so, Barbara and Kaeya now were close friends and that was all that mattered.
“Well, while I wait for her, I might as well talk to you, aren’t we close friends?” Barbara asked with a gentle gaze and soft countenance.
“Yes, we are quite close.” Kaeya reaffirmed as he observed Barbara quietly. He wondered when she started acting so quiet and gentle in front of him, in fact he remembered thinking that she was sick but now it appeared that she was just tired. It must be due to her family discord that has become an open secret, it was clear it was close to breaking.
At the very least it appeared that now she can truly relax in front of him. Barbara’s gaze was distant and far but he let her doze off into her thoughts as he simply– just quietly accompanied her in a quiet room with only the two of them as he too got lost in his own thoughts.
Three days had passed since the last time Jean and Diluc had met, that was the night when Jean had approached Diluc to give him her answer about his marriage proposal. Before they parted ways that night, he told her to meet him at the Northeast of Danyu Ruins in Liyue on top of the mountain and that was why she was here at this moment.
She was wearing a dress in white, dark blue, teal and gold that stopped mid calf, it was the dress she wore whenever she had to go outside as an adventurer. She found wearing a dress inconvenient, especially the one she wore on a regular basis, but having the dress above her ankles was already such a compromise with her mother.
Jean couldn’t help but sigh aloud.
“Oh, you are here.” A familiar voice said from behind her, and Jean turned around startled for a second.
“Hello.” She said and for a split second contemplated on how to call him. “Diluc.” She settled, and the man with red hair was surprised by how she called him and the familiarity and affection that seemed to envelope his name. Diluc found that it was oddly comforting and yet so abstract, quite unfamiliar in fact.
“Jean.” He called out quietly, and Jean too felt the odd sense of familiarity and affection he did when she called his name, but it was something the two would never know they mutually felt at that very moment. Their beating hearts were synced for a few seconds with a steady thunderous pace, but the one with red hair pursed their lips and the other took a deep breath to concentrate on anything but their loud heartbeats.
“Well, I have to say this now, but I do hope that is not what you wear when you go out to fight.” Diluc said, and Jean looked at him with a small roll of her eyes and a smirk.
“Of course this is what I wear. As a Gunnhildr, I was raised to be more of a lady than a warrior.” She simply replied but Diluc noted the tightness of her voice and the thin line on her lips.
“And you are unhappy about that.” Diluc simply stated and Jean snickered softly.
“Of course I am, we wouldn’t be here if I were not.” Jean tried to contain the anger but Diluc could hear it clearly.
“That is not wrong.” He looked at her with gentle eyes. “Jean.” The woman pressed her lips, the meaning this time was different, she wished her heart didn’t skip a beat when he called her name.
“How did you know that I wanted to learn how to use the sword?” Jean finally asked what had been bothering her since he whispered her secret into her ears those many moons ago– the first time they met.
“It was the way you looked.” Hearing his calm reply Jean’s eyes flickered at him and brows came close to each other to show her confusion. “At first I wasn’t sure what you were looking at, but I observed the situation and then it became very clear– you longed to hold the sword.” The certainty in his voice made Jean smile at him with sincerity. It was bizarre that someone she had just met would see something so personal about her in their first meeting.
“They say that if you had gotten your vision at a younger age, you would not be a catalyst user and that you would be doing greater things.” There was a sadness that passed Jean’s face that Diluc noticed but he continued on. “And seeing your longing, I could tell, you would have chosen your weapon differently had you gotten your vision at a younger age.”
“You’re right.” Jean admitted in a soothing manner as she looked away from him. “I would have chosen differently, but I got my vision when I was eighteen, this-” Jean gestured around her with her palms facing the sky. “ This is the only other option available to me.”
Diluic did not go any further for he believed she would not answer. They were barely acquaintances and yet they have already agreed to marry one another. There was nothing he could say that would probably comfort her.
“Thank you for willing to train me.” Jean softly spoke and Diluc stared at her indifferently.
“Well, first I have to see what I am working with.” Jean nodded at his words. “But we can’t really see how you would fair with hand to hand combat with that skirt. Observing your footwork to the fullest would also be out of the question.” He sighed softly, “I can, however, observe your fighting with your catalyst instead.”
“Alright, starting on our next meeting I will wear a more appropriate attire.” Jean replied but her face was grim as she thought of how she would go about her excuses to her family.
Diluc studied Jean steadily and concluded, “I think pants would suit you well.”
Jean gazed at him with clear surprise, and then the words settled into her head. A smile then formed on her lips as she chuckled. “Yes, I have been thinking about that for a while now.” Her grey eyes looked as if it was sparkling to Diluc and he could not help but take in a sharp breath of air at the sight. There was a silence that followed that Diluc decided to break.
“Well then Jean, whenever you are ready.” He said with an arm raised geturing for her to show him her fighting style in the open area. He didn’t want his mind to think about her, other than the training he promised he would give her.
“Of course.” A simple reply as Jean took her stance and her catalyst appeared in front of her as she showed him her varying attacks.
When over half an hour passed Diluc told her to stop and she followed her instructions. He observed her quietly as she wiped the minimal sweat on her forehead.
“I am curious, what did you tell your mother to be able to come out here?” He suddenly asked as the thought crossed his mind. She stared at him in mild shock as his train of thought shifted.
“Simple, I said I’m farming materials.” A steady response and their eyes locked.
“It was that easy?” He mumbled, finding it hard to believe.
“I– of course, took extra precautions to ensure that I was not tailed.” Jean added.
“That would be something you will always be doing then– once I start training you seriously.” Diluc unconsciously spoke aloud and Jean frowned.
“That would be a given.” She silently remarked, a fact she knew the moment she decided to take his offer.
The red haired man looked serious as he scrutinized Jean.
Suddenly he spoke, “Let’s go find some hilichurls, I want to observe you fighting an actual enemy.” Diluc stuck his hand out as if he was gripping a sword and the next moment his claymore appeared, a four star weapon as opposed to her five star catalyst. She couldn’t help but furrow her brows for a moment, wondering why a rich man like him would use a four-star weapon.
“Don’t worry I will back you up when needed.” Hearing that Jean nodded. Perhaps it was preference or sentimental value that he chose such a weapon. And yet this new information nagged at her, why would the richest man use a four star weapon– in fact, why would the richest man be an average fighter?
She could feel that something was not adding up.
They didn’t go far to find some hilichurls to fight. Diluc instructed Jean to initiate the fight from their current vantage point from atop a cliff.
“Do you think you can defeat them by yourself?” He asked as they observed the hilichurls.
“Yes.” Jean responded with confidence and Diluc nodded, his eyes locked at the hilichurls. Jean noted his intense gaze, it was the look of a seasoned fighter. She was well aware that today was the observation day for them equally. She had long doubted his abilities being average and his micro-expressions today made her even more convinced that her hypothesis about him is right. He has to be hiding something.
“You will come to my rescue if it comes to it, right?” Jean asked nervously as she laid a hand on Diluc’s forearm. He was startled by the sudden contact and twitched because of it. He turned to look at her, the gaze of a warrior gone and was replaced with gentle reassurance.
“Of course.” His voice was firm and it gave her comfort.
“Okay, there are five Hilichurls and one Mitachurl with a shield.” Jean clearly pressed her lips when she said shield. “It’s the Mitachurl I am most worried about.” Jean mumbled as she evaluated how she should fight the group.
Diluc was captivated by Jean’s seriousness, there was a glint in her eyes that was filled with nervousness and fear and yet it was also clear that she had great potential and ability. She had the look of a warrior in Diluc’s eyes, and he wanted to make that shine even brighter.
“I’ll be here and I guarantee you, I will jump to cover for you the moment I see you struggle.” Diluc spoke and she turned to look at him. His clear voice washed away her nervousness. She was certain that he would keep his word.
Jean nodded, “Alright.” And she jumped from the cliff and plunged and attacked the Hilichurls.
Diluc carefully studied her footwork and her movements from the distance on top of the cliff. Even though he said he could not fully study her maneuverability with her skirt, the fact is he can not deny that she was more than capable. Jean seemed to always keep her distance and kept moving as she attacked. But based on how she was fighting it was clear to Diluc that she relied on back-up on her battles. He could also tell that if she wasn’t wearing a skirt, she would be able to be faster and she would find it easier to move. He was convinced pants would suit her well.
Jean couldn’t see that a Hilichurl was coming from behind her and Diluc quickly jumped off the cliff and landed in front of the Hiluchurl. Jean was startled by the sound and impact, she turned around to see Diluc slice a Hilichurl down.
She sighed aloud in pure relief seeing him cover her. When he suddenly sprinted past her and swung his sword, there was a second that she thought he was aiming his strike on her. But when he passed by her she realized that wasn’t the case, and his posture and the strength in his swing made her question his abilities again. His aim was precise, the strength he put as he swung his sword was controlled– too controlled.
Having him cover for her gave Jean a strong sense of security, perhaps because it is what she was accustomed to, someone looking out for her when in battle. They fought side by side for a moment and when their enemies had all fallen, Diluc turned to her. His gaze was serene and thoughtful which made Jean’s heart skip a beat. She recalled how awfully perfect his strikes were, his attacks seemed a tad bit too thoughtful.
“Thank you.” She said breathlessly and his eyes were stuck on her lips for a second.
“I told you– that I would make sure you’re safe.” He mumbled and then suddenly turned around on his heel as he cleared his throat.
“Well, there is good news.” He continued on, his back facing Jean. It seemed that he was not going to turn and look at her anymore. Jean couldn’t help but press her lips together in displeasement. There was a part of her that wanted him to look at her.
“You’re skilled, I’ll give you that.” He praised quietly. “You show great potential.” He added matter of factly.
“I think you are more capable than you present yourself to be.” Jean started matching his certainty, Diluc turned towards her slightly as he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Let’s stop pretending that we weren’t observing each other today.”
His low chuckle reached her ears, and Jean’s heart was beating so loudly that she almost missed his reply.
“You’re right, we are just observing each other,” He turned fully towards Jean, a sly smile on his lips that took her breath away. “You are quite observant yourself, don’t make it the death of you.”
She admits that he was rather charming, he was like a flame to a moth. She cleared her throat as she looked away. “And so, Master Diluc, how is my ability?”
He cocked an eye, “Master?” He chuckled. He actually liked the ring when she called him Master and yet, he didn’t want her to call her that too.
“Please, Diluc is fine.” He whispered and she took a step closer to him.
“But you will be teaching me, I think I should show some respect.” Jean spoke, lightly teasing him, curious how he would react. He closed the distance between them and stared down at her.
“And one day, you will be my wife, I don’t think it is ethical if you call me that and then marry me.” He said softly and Jean couldn’t refute, she was too distracted by his presence, his scent, his breath. He pulled away and turned around from her.
When she didn’t reply, he vaguely heard her sweet voice say “Yeah.”
Her reply felt like it was carried by the wind. Her ears were red from the interaction but he did not see it, something she was thankful for.
“Why don’t we go back.” Diluc suggested as he looked up at the cliff in the distance. Jean followed his gaze and observed the wall of rock.
“Alright.” Jean agreed and Diluc walked straight ahead and Jean followed him.
“Your footwork is good.” Diluc opened up after five minutes of silent walking and Jean was startled by his voice but did not know how to reply. “Really light on your feet.” He mumbled more to himself than to inform her of his findings.
“I think you truly do have potential, I would love to be the one to unlock that potential.” He said as he stopped on his tracks to glance at her. The glint in his eyes clearly showed his interest in what kind of things Jean can achieve.
Jean nervously laughed, “That seems like a lot of pressure.”
He smiled faintly and continued their small trek, “Don’t mind it.” He replied as he thought of the best methods to teach her.
Suddenly he was pulled from his path, soft hands wrapped around his wrist and surprisingly he was pulled backwards towards the perpetrator. Jean’s hand wrapped around Diluc’s wrist, her grey eyes locked on his red gaze. He felt like his breath was knocked out of him. She wasn’t that strong or heavy, and yet she had pulled him back with ease.
“I would like to know how you know about my dress shoppe.” Her gaze was serious and it was clear to Diluc that she did not welcome a lie. Diluc had to be straightforward with her, and oddly enough, he had no intention to lie to those silver eyes.
“I told you, there are many ways,” He said and she scoffed. “There is no information that money cannot buy.” He replied with pressed lips, the hand around his wrist feeling a little bit too hot. She agreed with his statement, with enough money one can have everything.
She chuckled coldly, “When I think about that night you came to me, and mentioned my shoppe, I see how I had given myself away.” Jean tightened her hold on his wrist, Diluc felt that her warmth was something that he would want to get used to, it was a dangerous thought.
“But I think about that evening, and no matter how I see it– I saw the certainty in your eyes when you claimed that I had changed the finances of my clan. I am aware that you could have meant the joint business adventures I have under the Gunnhildr name, but when you said I could have been a good competitor to you– I knew for certain what you meant. How could you possibly know about Esperaunce?” Jean asked, her gaze was firm. “Do not lie to me.”
“I told you,” Diluc held Jean’s hand that was wrapped around his wrist with his free hand. “Information can be bought with the right price.” A sly little smile on his lips.
He observed her study him, and it was clear in her eyes that she did not believe him.
“What you did to your dress shoppe, The Esperaunce, is a marvel.” He complimented her as he pulled her hand off of his wrist. “Flocked by all men and women, a shoppe that seemed to have been built from the ground up became famous overnight. As a businessman, I have to take note of such a successful business as yours.” He stared at her small hand in his, and he felt the pang in his chest that warned him of these hands.
Jean’s hands might be soft, fragile and small, but he could feel they could spell his end. He let go of her hand, and as it dropped to her side, Jean wished he had not let go.
“What if the owner of The Esperaunce decides to venture on a different kind of business, maybe even the alcohol business?” Diluc added and Jean frowned, not because of his words but because of the absence of his warmth against her hand. She quietly hid the hand he held behind her back.
“You are that thorough?” She asked, his thoroughness seemed beyond that of a businessman. “Afraid of a little competition?”
“Not afraid, intrigued– and should be prepared.” Diluc corrected, his hands by his side, still feeling her warmth and the softness of those pale hands. He thought for a second that it would be such a pity to have those hands become calloused because of the sword. He should prepare good gloves for her.
“I see.” She mumbled as she saw that he would not answer fully how he knew about her secret.
Diluc looked at her with pressed lips and then said, “Then please explain to me how your dress shoppe fits into whatever plan you had in mind before I came into the picture.”
There was a glint in Jean’s eyes when she heard Diluc’s query and she could not help but laugh as she covered her curled lips with her fingertips. It resulted in a sensation in Diluc’s chest that he could only describe as a gentle and warm flutter.
“I had initially planned to take the earnings from my shoppe and run away- hence it is under an alias.” She confessed and noticed Diluc’s red brows twitch as if they were going to be drawn near one another, but they never did. “Runway, change my name, have a new identity and train with the sword.”
“Don’t you think that is a very drastic response?” He said as a brow was raised in her direction with his arms crossing over his chest. “You could just ask your mother to train you.”
“I couldn’t find the courage to.” Was Jean’s simple response but her voice had cracked and so Diluc could not push the topic any further.
“I have another query for you.” Her gentle voice was like music to Diluc’s ears, he found that he preferred that she kept asking questions, even though he knew she would be asking things he cannot answer. “What would a businessman like you need a potion that alters people’s memories of you?”
He smiled cunningly at her and then laughed, “Why not? I am a man with a lot of money. I fund multiple projects simply because I have spare change.” He loosely shrugged his shoulders.
When Jean heard his reasoning she wanted to refute, but it is true, maybe he indeed was just a businessman who had extra Mora to spend, why not have something innovative that he could potentially sell.
“And yet that potion is sold in the black market.” Jean mumbled and she clearly saw how Diluc’s gaze turned dark as he narrowed his eyes on her.
“If you obtained it in such a way, I advise that you stop buying such a product.” Diluc warned.
“But you and I both know I need it.” She remarked and narrowed her eyes.
“Then I will provide it for you, dear future wife.” He replied coldly, even though he called her wife, Jean could feel how unfriendly his tone with her has become.
“Alright, husband.” She replied firmly and Diluc looked startled at being called husband. “Do not think that I will back down now. I will marry you no matter what, as long as you hold your end of the bargain.”
Diluc frowned at her words, “I am a man of my word.”
His reply made Jean want to scoff and tell him the rumors told her otherwise. But the nagging feeling that Diluc was more than he presented himself tugged at her heart and gut so heavily that she maintained her silence instead. Well, perhaps for now, she shall see what he really has to offer.
She recalled how he had fought the Hilichurls, thinking of the scene, she could see that he was well versed in battle, so why is there rumors that he was an average fighter?
“A deal is a deal, Diluc.” Jean spoke as she stuck her hand out toward him. He gazed at her with narrowed eyes and shook it.
“A deal is a deal.” He repeated.
“Well we can’t do much now, especially with that skirt,” Diluc’s red eyes glanced at Jean’s skirt. “Therefore we shall continue in two days’ time.” Diluc said as he retracted his hand. “I have devised a plan, and we shall meet at Liyue for your training.” Diluc said and Jean tilted her head in thought as she crossed her arms.
“As you can see,” He gestured around them. “Liyue has a lot of open fields that are far from any civilization, an ideal place to train you whilst keeping it a secret.” Jean nodded as a breeze blew past them. “We won’t be staying at the same place, we will keep moving. After each lesson, I will tell you where we will meet next. I will have the spot scouted and make sure it is protected, so you do not have to worry about being caught as that is your wish. But with your current ability, we cannot jump into sword training, we need to work on your reflexes and hand-to-hand combat.”
His tone as he scrutinized her ability made Jean wonder if all average fighters would have that kind of tone and insight or was it something only master fighters would have. If it was the latter, then Diluc has been playing the entire people of Teyvat as fools.
“I understand.” Jean replied, no matter if he was a good fighter or not, at least now she had an actual teacher to teach her and a future husband to sate her mother and the people. When she can prove that she can master the shortsword her dream will soon be fulfilled.
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Two days later Jean arrived at the appointed meeting place. She wore a pair of black pants, black boots and a white poet blouse. The appointed meeting place was in a secluded area, far from a Teleport Waypoint at the North of Qingxu Pool at Liyue.
Jean had arrived a bit earlier than the intended time, but Jean had no choice, she wasn’t sure if she would make it in time if she had not gone out earlier. She admitted that she was slightly afraid. What she was doing– what she will be doing had been her dream for so long.
“You’re early.” She turned around with wide eyes to find the owner of a familiar male voice. They had only met four times and yet she could recognize his voice so well already.
“Well, I had to make sure I wasn’t tailed.” She replied as she studied the man before her. He looked calm and laid-back, quite different from the man she had met at the balls and the man in the rumors.
“That seems like a lot of trouble.” He remarked casually and she pressed her lips.
“I don’t want to be caught.” She simply said in a soft voice, and he looked at her with a vaguely raised brow.
“You know, you could just try and ask your mother to teach you swordsmanship.” As he finished his sentence a strong gust of wind blew across the field and both their hair blew into the wind.
Jean tucked a stray hair strand as the gust of wind disappeared and with casted down eyes she said, “It isn’t as easy as you think.”
And Diluc simply shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s good to see you wearing pants.” She stared at him with a slightly tilted head. “I have to evaluate your reflexes again without the obstruction that is your skirt.” He added and a fist was suddenly aimed towards Jean’s face, with widened eyes she was able to dodge it. There was an evident displeased expression on Diluc’s face.
“Let me see your stance.” He commanded as he stood with his fighting form. Jean showed her fighting pose and he narrowed his eyes taking note of her posture. And he threw weak punches as she dodged them perfectly. Soon he put more power on his punches and she was still able to dodge them. And the cycle continued until his punches toward her were too strong and too fast that Jean could barely dodge them. A fist was going towards Jean’s face, and she froze because she knew she could not dodge it and that it would surely hit her. She closed her eyes, anticipating the blow but it never came.
When she opened her eyes she met Diluc’s steady gaze.
“I wouldn’t hit you.” Jean couldn’t help but smirk at such simple words.
“Well, Jean.” He said his eyes stuck on her lips still seeing the smirk that has long passed. And for Jean her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when she heard him say her name. “Your reflexes are rather impressive. Your footwork is also quite good. I find it hard to believe you have never trained.” His eyes suddenly looked at her silver eyes. Jean was startled and she blinked a couple times as she waited for him to continue.
Diluc sighed softly and then said, “You must have trained a bit.”
With evasive eyes, Jean confessed quietly. “I did a little training from within my bedroom walls.”
Diluc had a displeased look laced with sadness but just pressed his lips and said nothing about the matter.
“It would be best to train everyday and correct your reflexes.” He thought aloud. “But I am certain we are both pretty busy people, right? The best thing to do is try to train together as often as we can, maybe once every two days if it is possible. And then you try to practice at home yourself.” He looked at her keenly.
“Yes, that seems to be the only possible thing to do.” Jean replied and he nodded his head.
“With that said, punch me.” Diluc instructed and she followed. He blocked her punch but held it gently where she had aimed. “You see, you should not be standing like that, and your fist should be, excuse me–” Diluc then lightly touched her as he corrected her stance. In all honesty Jean couldn’t consider it a touch, as it was as if he was afraid to really touch her.
They spend their day just like that, Diluc correcting her stance and discussing the best way to go about defending herself. He would then let her continue to do the same movements to try and reconstruct her bad habits. He was surprised how her potential shined even more now that she was not wearing a long skirt.
After a few hours, Diluc offered that they take a break and Jean nodded in response.
“I’m curious about something.” Jean opened up as she caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Diluc raised a brow at her, a gesture for her to continue on.
“Why would you want to teach me?” She asked as another gust of wind blew through the field. Diluc couldn’t help but chuckle at her words.
“I would say: you were not exactly hiding your interest in learning the sword.” And Diluc laughed when he saw Jean vaguely pout and glare and she was startled by his laughter that the pout and glare disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “I saw your gaze and I thought that: it was interesting, a lady like you, that interested in the sword. I happened to see the glimmer in your eyes everytime you so happened to glance at a sword a few times, which then resulted in the evening of our first meeting. ” Their eyes were locked at one another, and the silence that came was comforting.
“A lady like me?” She echoed the words softly, and Jean found it odd that she did not find those words offensive as normally she found some kind of offense in those kinds of words.
“The moment I realized your desire, I felt that you were destined to be a great swordsman. That spark I saw– that was the look of a warrior– a natural fighter.” Jean’s eyes slightly widened at his voiced out expectations of her. “And now–today, I know without a doubt that you will be a great swordsman.” The certainty in his eyes baffled Jean, and she felt a warmth in her chest that she could not explain.
Their previous meeting in Liyue was intense in it’s own way, and yet today their interaction was more subdued, almost as if they were afraid of one another, but there was still an intensity that was difficult to subdue. It was like they felt that they should keep each other at a distance, but the reason why they are even here in the first place required them to always be touching, to always be close. It was rather stifling.
“Then, let’s go take a break.” She agreed to his suggestion before their conversation as it seemed like it was the only thing to diffuse the sudden tenseness in the air. Diluc guided her under the shade of a tree and Jean sighed as she sat down against the tree’s trunk. She grabbed a small towel and wiped her sweat off.
“Here.” Diluc offered and she looked up to find him holding a cup of apple cider.
“Oh, thank you.” Jean replied as she took the drink. Once she accepted it Diluc leaned on the other tree to her right and closed his eyes quietly.
Jean was aware that he did not want to discuss anything with her anymore, it seemed that he was troubled, but she had no right to ask him. So she kept her silence as she caught her breath and sipped the apple cider. She suddenly closed her eyes as she felt a nice gust of wind stirring, and then a pair of red eyes opened to gaze at the blonde woman.
A gust of wind blew towards Jean, Diluc was shielded by the tree’s trunk. He studied how her lips curled a bit as she enjoyed the wind.
This was still their fourth meeting, but he can already feel the shift in their relationship, he was convinced that Jean could feel it too. She truly was dangerous.
After thirty minutes of resting in silence they continued with their training till three in the afternoon.
“I still think it would be best to meet everyday, but considering how busy we are, every two to three days will have to suffice.” Diluc said again to Jean and she nodded. “You are surprisingly a very quick study, it truly is a shame you did not choose to learn the sword earlier.”
Jean frowned at his comment but kept her silence, Diluc noticed her reaction but did not prod into the matter. The two had to be cautious around each other, and try to limit their interactions, at least they should.
“I have been curious since the last time we met, but when you go out for your adventure’s, are you normally with a party?” Diluc spoke, diverting the topic instead.
Jean glanced at him with furrowed brows, “How did you know?” She asked but quickly regretted it as he was likely to tell her that there were ways to know such information.
But Diluc surprised her by saying, “It was your fighting style. When you fought the Hilichurls and the Mitachurl your fighting style seemed heavily reliant on back up.”
She nodded at his observation, “That is the truth. I recognize how vulnerable I am when I am alone, it is why I wish to know how to use the sword. If I can use the sword I can still cause some physical damage with my weapon alone, I would feel much safer.”
“Is that your drive?” He asked her, slightly sounding displeased but she shook her head which was unexpected.
“It isn’t that alone.” Her voice was calm and sincere and Diluc was somehow touched and proud at hearing her response. He felt that once she masters the sword, he would be a very proud teacher.
“Then where shall we meet next?” Jean inquired and Diluc responded.
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On the day of the next meeting of Jean and Diluc, Jean was summoned by her mother to discuss something at the drawing room. Jean was sitting on the couch waiting for her mother, tea and treats were laid on the table in front of her.
“Jean.” Frederica, an older woman called Jean as she entered the room. Her blonde hair was similar to that of Jean’s but was wrapped in a low bun and her eyes were blue like Barbara’s. This was Barbara and Jean’s mother, Head of the Gunnhildr Clan and special advisor of the Knights of Favonius. She wore black fitted pants, a white blouse, black boots. She unhooked the sword on her waist as she approached her eldest daughter.
“We must talk.” She sounded awfully serious, that Jean was a tad bit worried, but she maintained her calm. Frederica’s heels clacking as she made her way to Jean.
“Of course, mother.” She replied as Jean carefully poured her mother some tea in an empty cup as Freerica approached her daughter. Jean was not surprised that they had to talk, after all her mother had summoned her and Jean was very aware of the rumors out in Mondstadt.
“There are rumors, Jean.” Frederica said as she sat on the seat on Jean’s left and as she placed her sword against the table. Jean simply raised a brow at her mother as she lifted her tea cup. “It’s about you Jean.” Her mother’s tone made Jean think that she should be worried about these rumors because it was very detrimental to her, but Jean wasn’t.
Of course, she did have a say on the details of the rumor, and she had played a part in it, but that is something her mother would never know. To Frederica, however, she had thought that it was just her daughter acting nonchalant as always.
“Mother, the ones that I am looking for a spouse?” Jean asked as she took a sip on her tea, feigning ignorance calmly.
“No, child, that you are already matched!” Frederica said with a slightly raised tone, it was clear that Jean’s mother was annoyed at the rumor.
“Oh? And who is my lucky match?” Jean asked as she chuckled and took another sip from her tea. Jean was the epitome of calmness. The unworried state of Jean made Frederica feel that her daughter was not taking this seriously.
“Jean, this is regarding your future!” Frederica said the anger in her voice could not be denied now. Jean sighed and set her tea cup down.
“But isn’t it your wish that I find a match?” Jean said feigning perfect confusion as if she had no hand to what kind of rumor would spread about her.
“You aren’t matched yet, but with these rumors that you are, there is no man who is willing to consider you as their spouse anymore.” Frederica’s hands were evidently shaking from anger. “This is your future that I have worked hard to protect– your image!” Frederica looked like she was about to burst into tears.
Jean sighed, “Mother, do not think that I do not understand your worry,” she rested a hand on her mother’s shaking hand, she almost felt guilty for the role she played. “But– perhaps this is a blessing in disguise.”
Frederica glared up at her daughter when she heard her opinion. Frederica looked as though she was ready to bark at her daughter, but she kept quiet waiting for her daughter to continue instead.
“I have been contemplating for months now– how to break this to you,” Jean looked hesitant as she avoided Frederica’s blue eyes momentarily. “But now that the situation has become like this, I find that this must be the only way I can tell you now.” Jean carefully spoke which made Frederica frightened.
“Are you truly with a lover?” Frederica asked in disbelief, she had not raised her daughter like this and yet– Frederica did.
Jean gently shook her head, “No mother, on the contrary I have no lover, but that is the thing mother–” Jean took her tea cup and took another sip, Frederica quietly observing her in anticipation.
“Daughter, what is it?” She couldn’t help but ask when Jean was dallying.
Jean sighed again, setting her tea cup down, looking very much distressed, “Mother, I wish to choose who I marry.”
The sigh of relief from Frederica was loud, “Oh Jean, why didn’t you say so?”
Jean was genuinely surprised by her mother’s reaction, that the hand that had reached out for her tea cup froze.
“I have always thought that you wished to choose your spouse, but as the years passed and you have not said anything, I took it upon myself as your mother to seek a spouse for you.” Frederica looked so relieved that she finally glanced at her tea cup with a faint smile on her lips. “Thank you.” She added as she picked up the cup with tea.
“Is there someone you have your eyes on Jean?” Frederica inquired and she saw the glint in her daughter’s eyes when she asked.
Jean saw how her mother’s gentle eyes became observant, she knew she had given herself away.
“No mother, there is no one as of the moment.” She replied cautiously as she kept a keen eye on her mother, it was evident her mother did not believe her.
“Of course.” Frederica replied, hiding away her scrutinizing gaze. “I am glad you have the courage to tell me, it is unfortunate that it had to reach this extent for you to tell me. But Jean, I am always wanting what is best for you.”
Before Jean could reply the door opened revealing a long haired man with blonde hair like Barbara’s. His eyes however, were like Jean’s beautiful silver eyes.
“Frederica, the Knights of Favonius are looking for you.” Came in the voice of Jean’s father. Both women frowned, and with a sigh Frederica got up while picking up her sword.
“I must see to this situation, Jean. I am glad that this situation was cleared up.” Frederica said and Jean could see the little plot her mother had through Frederica’s blue eyes.
“Seamus, the situation has been handled.” Frederica said as she walked towards him.
“Oh?” He replied, glancing at the calm countenance of his daughter on the couch.
“We shall do nothing about the rumors.” Frederica summarized and Seamus raised a brow.
“Oh?” He repeated in shock and Frederica nodded, she placed a hand on Seamus’ shoulder.
“I think it best that our daughter explain why.” Frederica suggested and he nodded as he watched his beloved wife walk away, holding her sword. Seamus stepped into the room and closed the door once he saw that she was meters away.
“What is this about not clearing this rumor, my dear?” Seamus asked sincerely as he walked to where his wife had previously sat.
“I wish to find my own spouse father, to get to choose, this rumor will just aid in this venture.” Jean smiled warmly at her father.
“Oh, my dear, then I wish for nothing but your happiness.” Seamus’ grey eyes crinkled in delight at the thought of his daughter marrying for love.
“Like you and mother.” Jean whispered and Seamus smiled at her.
“Marriage comes with difficulty, Jean. Do not forget that.” Seamus said, his grey eyes looking sad for a moment.
Jean did not know how to respond to his father, but with pressed lips she quietly said, “Yes, father.”
That day Jean was unable to mean Diluc due to her mother’s heavy surveillance. Jean could tell when she had her discussion with her mother that Frederica Gunnhildr was suspicious of her daughter’s claims of not having a lover. She tried to act calmly and tried her best to shake off the extra eyes on her, but it proved to be rather difficult and she was going to be late.
Jean sighed and simply stopped trying to shake them off. She hoped that Diluc had not waited for her for hours, and hoped that her tardiness was a clear indication that she would not be able to be there for training. Instead, Jean went about her day as the daughter of the Head of the Gunnhildr Clan. She managed the finances and checked on business ventures that she established under the Gunnhildr name. In the evenings, in the darkness of her room, she would be practicing what Diluc had taught her prior.
However, her tight security did not lessen as the days passed and Jean could not escape the men that her mother had placed on her. Jean had even gone so far as to hire a party so that she may consistently farm materials as was her excuse when she would meet Diluc at Liyue. It was unfortunate that she had no means of contacting Diluc without alerting her mother, so leaving a note at Angel’s share was not an option.
Jean was certain that Diluc must already be aware of her situation, especially with the kind of resources that he seemed to love to flaunt to her. All Jean can do now is patiently wait for her mother’s interest to vanish and if not, she will confront her mother herself.
“Sister.” Barbara suddenly came into her room worried and Jean turned to face Barbara in confusion.
It had been over a week since Jean had last seen Diluc. Barbara carefully closed and locked Jean’s bedroom door. Barbara approached Jean who was on her desk reviewing the numbers on their family ledger.
“There was a note left,” Barbara whispered once she got close to her sister and then leaned near Jean’s ear and quietly added, “at The Espauraunce–” Barbara held a white envelope to her sister secretly. “It had no addressee or anything but the instructions were to give it to the owner but–”
Jean grabbed the paper and opened the note due to the worried tone of her dear younger sister. She quickly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter and in a neat and obviously feminine handwriting, it said: I hope you are doing what we have discussed, Jean.
The letter did not have a signature at the top but Jean was certain this note came from Diluc. Jean couldn’t help but smirk, he went out of his way to remind her to train.
“What does that mean?” Barbara asked worriedly.
“It was just someone reminding me of a business venture.” Jean looked up at her sister with a sweet smile.
Two years ago, was when Diluc Ragnvindr met Jean Gunnhildr. Crepus planned a party to welcome and introduce his adopted son Kaeya to the people. The Gunnhildr clan had been known to be rather close with the Ragnvindr family for centuries, and their relationship has been beneficial for Monstadt, and so it came to no surprise that the Gunnhilr clan would have their own representatives at the party.
It was even quite favorable that the next clan leader of the Gunnhildr so happened to be of the same age as the successor of the Ragnvindr’s Winery. The only problem was the eight-year-old Jean, who had become known to be too mature for her age, was in the corner observing the merriment with an indifferent expression. The Gunnhildr family members present were rather displeased with the child, and yet it came to no surprise, she was already known to be rather unapproachable.
What a waste of a good opportunity.
Jean was thankful that her mother could not attend the party due to prior obligations, at least now she wouldn’t worry about her mother’s direct scolding.
She had observed the red-haired boy for a few minutes now, and had gotten bored that her cold eyes started to drift to other things. Diluc seemed to be such a bright child and Jean had missed the pair of red eyes that had caught her presence or lack thereof. Diluc excused himself from the children around his age who were trying to have better relations with him and made his way to the blonde girl who was looking at the buffet table absentmindedly.
“Hello.” Diluc said, stopping a meter away from Jean who was startled by the sudden greeting. She stood properly from leaning on the wall as she stared at Diluc with wide eyes.
“Uhm, greetings, I am Jean of house Gunnhildr.” Jean placed her right fist over her hand as she bowed by bending her torso slightly. They had not formally met, and she felt that she had to introduce herself first. But she heard the boy chuckle and she looked up at him.
His eyes were bright and there was a stifling radiance that was coming from him that she couldn’t help but flinch.
“Hello, I am Diluc of Ragnvindr house, it is a pleasure to meet you.” He replied courteously and there was silence between them. Diluc noticed that Jean’s grey eyes glanced behind him, from the direction he had come. He then stood beside her, on her left and leaned on the wall as she had done prior.
“I noticed you from over there.” He glanced over at the other children who seemed to have scattered the moment he faced their direction, Jean just pressed her lips as she avoided the other kids’ gazes. “Why didn’t you go over there with everyone?”
“We don’t get along.” She replied indifferently as she tried to make herself small as she started feeling her relatives’ eyes on her. She was convinced her relatives were looking at her and thinking that she was finally being useful at this event and that she should utilize this opportunity well.
“And why not?” He glanced at her, and she was surprised.
“You’re interested in me?” She asked softly, almost rather breathless. He looked at her confused with a slight tilt with his head.
“Why?” His tone slightly raised indicating if there should be something he should worry about. “Are you sick?” She looked at him and she smiled softly and this time it was DIluc who was taken aback.
“No, nothing like that.” She said in a rueful tone as she turned her gaze at one kid. “I’m not so friendly as you can probably tell. And my interests with the other children are– it is very different.” She sighed.
“I heard, you don’t go out of your house, is what they told me.” Diluc said and he observed Jean press her lips.
“I have other things to concern myself with.” Jean replied in a clipped manner. “Congratulations on getting your vision.” She added awkwardly as she looked at her right slightly.
“Oh yes, thank you.” Diluc replied and felt bad for Jean. He heard that her mother has made sure she puts her studies first which was why the other kids did not get along with Jean because Jean herself could not find the time to interact with others unless on a function like this. To make matters even worse, her interest revolved around combat, there were only a few kids who were interested in combat that would actually attend events like this.
“I think your brother looks uncomfortable.” Jean said when the silence grew longer and Diluc stayed by her side. Diluc glanced at where his brother was, Kaeya looked nervous as he was being surrounded by other kids his age.
“It seems like that is the case.” Diluc replied standing upright, Jean sighed internally. She thought that this was probably the end of this interaction, the most she had talked to someone her age with the other party initiating the conversation.
“Why don’t we go help him out?” Diluc offered and Jean was surprised as she whirled her head to his direction. She wanted to ask him if he was sure, if he really wanted to still talk to her, but Diluc held his hand out for her and there were unexplainable emotions that enveloped her.
She placed her hand over his and inhaled sharply knowing that this was something she would normally not do. “Alright.”
Diluc smiled at her and she thought that his charisma was very magnetic. Diluc brought Jean all the way to Kaeya who looked overwhelmed.
“I will be borrowing my brother for a moment, I would like him to formally meet someone.” Diluc said, swooping in to help his brother and bringing Jean along. The way Diluc spoke made Jean feel like they have been friends for a long time, it was odd and comforting and so very foreign. She didn’t have any friends because she found that she was not given the opportunity to, unless of course it was for business, which was her purpose here at this party.
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Three months, that was how long Diluc had not seen Jean. Today he had come again at her doorstep, but this time he would not be turned away, this time he had a purpose– a reasonable cause to see her. Perhaps not today, but he will see her soon.
Diluc knocked at the door and Jean’s butler greeted him.
“Hello, Clarence.” Diluc smiled at the elderly man whose expression was flat.
“Greetings Young Master Ragnvindr, but I am sad to inform you that Lady Jean is quite busy today too.” Hearing Clarence say the same excuse without even waiting for Diluc to say the purpose of his visit just made Diluc smile politely.
“I understand, but that is not my purpose today.” Diluc replied with a cordial tone. He couldn’t be angry at Clarence, he was likely just following the orders of Frederica. “I won’t be long, I just came to personally send the invitation for my birthday party. As our two families have been close for generations, and even more so now because Jean and I are close friends.”
Clarence blinked and a smile tugged at the edges of his face as he stared at Diluc. His eyes tell Diluc that he did well.
“I will personally send it to Lady Frederica and will respond immediately.” Clarence put his hand out and Diluc pulled the invitation from his inner jacket pocket with a smile.
“I appreciate it a lot. Have a good day, Clarence.” Diluc gave a small nod and turned on his heel when he saw Clarence nod back. Diluc then went inside his family’s carriage.
“So?” Kaeya asked Diluc who settled on the seat in front of him.
“I gave the invitation and as usual it is Clarence who opened the door with an explanation that Jean was too busy, so she could not meet me.” Diluc responded looking at the Gunnhildr mansion.
“She will surely go, Lady Frederica would never not attend a function that shows the closeness of our family.” Kaeya replied with a clipped tone and Diluc nodded.
“You are absolutely correct, let us hope that she would not do something unexpected and choose not to go.” Diluc said and their ride back home was done in silence. Kaeya was quietly observing Diluc’s serious expression and he thought that this was the first time he had seen his brother like this. Even with such an expression plastered on Diluc’s face, Kaeya felt that his brother was bound for great things.
“The party is for next week, I really hope Lady Frederica will attend.” Diluc sighed leaning back on his seat.
That evening Crepus received a letter of acceptance for the invitation sent out by Diluc from Frederica, that letter came along with a letter for Diluc from Jean.
“Diluc, I have good news.” Crepus said entering Diluc’s bedroom, Kaeya on Diluc’s bed reading while Diluc was on his desk studying. Diluc turned to the door upon hearing his father’s voice.
“Frederica accepted the invitation.” Crepus told his son with a neutral look and tone. Diluc nodded at his father as he looked back at his desk.
“That is good to hear.” He responded just as neutral as his father while Kaeya was glancing between the two silently.
“And there is a letter,” Diluc’s head quickly turned to his father upon hearing this. “From Jean.” A vague smile tugged at Crepus lips, Diluc was already at his feet and running to his father who held a simple letter.
Diluc snached it and quickly said his thanks. Crepus couldn’t help but laugh at Diluc and Kaeya tried covering his giggles.
Diluc cleared his throat standing by his chair and opened the letter and sighed before reading it.
Dear Diluc,
My closest friend, whom I have not seen for some time, my sincerest apologies. I have been very busy as of the late, but I do hope it does not change our friendship. I was glad to have been told that you sent your birthday invitation yourself. I wrote this letter to personally let you know that I will be in attendance, I hope– despite my absence our friendship is still strong.
Sincerely, Jean
Diluc knew the moment he held the letter that Jean’s mother would check her letter before sending it to the Ragnvindr residence. But at least he knew that she was alright, that their friendship was not affected with what he had done. He sighed aloud and happened to look at his father, Diluc was surprised to see his father’s serious gaze.
“Everything is alright, father.” Diluc informed and his father and Kaeya sighed loudly. Diluc pressed his lips mildly surprised that his father and brother were actually waiting for his reaction. Diluc cleared his throat again and sat down.
“Well…” Kaeya broke the silence as he placed his book face down as he neared the edge of Diluc’s bed. Diluc put out parchment from the drawer on his right.
“Jean will be attending my birthday.” Diluc replied, smiling up at his family.
“That is good news, son.” Crepus sighed again, truly happy for his son. Crepus had noticed that Diluc and Jean seemed to be very close with one another. He had even suspected that perhaps Diluc even likes Jean. It has come to a point where Crepus had already prepared himself for Diluc to tell him that he wants to propose to the young heir of the Gunnhildr’s. The day has not yet come, but he believed that it was just a matter of time.
“I will send a response to Jean’s letter and have it sent out for tomorrow morning.” Diluc said, dipping his quill in the bottle of ink and writing on the parchment.
“Son–” Crepus had begun but instantly was tackled by Kaeya.
“Father!” Kaeya glared at the older man in an endearing way, and Crepus sighed again and patted Kaeya’s head.
“Alright, you two seems so busy, this old man should get going.” Crepus said and Diluc looked at his father.
“Have a good evening then, father.” Diluc replied.
“Yes, I have a lot of paperwork to get back to.” Crepus added, patting Kaeya’s head one last time.
“Good night, father!” Kaeya happily responded and Crepus slowly retreated out of the room, looking at his two sons with proud eyes.
“I’m truly glad you two get along.” He added before stepping out the door of Diluc’s room.
“I am too.” Kaeya smiled at his adopted father, leaning on Diluc’s door. Before closing the door Kaeya gave one last wave and gently closed the door.
“Well then, are you going to be preparing your birthday party yourself?” Kaeya inquired and Diluc turned to his brother.
“If you’d like, why don’t you help me?” Diluc offered with a smile and Kaeya nodded enthusiastically.
The evening of Diluc’s birthday eventually came, Jean entered the hall with her family. Diluc was surrounded by people, happily chatting away. Her first thought when her eyes laid on him, was that this scene seemed awfully familiar. It had brought her back to the time where they had met. Diluc was very charismatic and his background would naturally incentivize people to approach him and yet he was patient and open.
Diluc catched her wandering eyes and she casually avoided his red gaze.
“Don’t do anything to ruin the Gunnhildr name.” Frederica strictly commanded when she noticed Diluc’s eyes land on her daughter.
“Of course, I would never do such a thing, mother.” Jean replied as she looked down on the floor to avoid her mother’s scrutiny. Before Frederica could add anything else, Crepus approached them with a friendly smile.
“Frederica!” He greeted the older woman first.
“Hello, Crepus.” Frederica said with a tight but polite smile.
“Where is Seamus?” Crepus inquired when he saw Jean and Barbara but not their father.
“He was a little busy with work, he said he will try his best to catch up. I hope you do not mind.” Frederica said and Crepus nodded with an understanding smile.
“Of course, that is no issue, I am a single parent, I can totally understand.” Crepus smiled at the kids by Frederica.
“Barbara seems rather shy.” Crepus commended upon seeing Barbara hiding behind her older sister. “Doesn’t matter, let us let the children go and play!” Crepus quickly added so that Frederica would not say something to keep her kids by her side.
Frederica narrowed her eyes for a moment at his suggestion, but cannot say a thing in front of all these people. She smiled tightly and lightly urged her children to go with a motherly tone.
“Jean.” Barbara mumbled as she poked her older sister on her back, Jean shifted her body a bit and held Barbara’s hand.
“Then we will be on our way.” Jean gently pulled Barbara’s hand and they walked to where the children were socializing. Jean outwardly looked indifferent but inside, she thought that going towards the other kids was something unpleasant. The other kids became friendly towards her after Diluc befriended her two years ago, but they only get to talk on functions like this. Thus her friendships with other people her age seemed shallow and superficial.
Jean had just walked a couple meters but she was still nervous. She wasn’t sure how she would talk to them, she doesn’t keep touch with other kids her age. Her training to be the next Gunnhildr Clan Leader takes precedence over anything, even building connections.
“Jean!” Kaeya’s voice came from their right and the pair of siblings stopped and looked at Kaeya’s direction. “Barbara.” Kaeya stopped near Barbara with a smile and Barbara smiled and her eyes twinkled as she stretched her hand out to Kaeya.
Jean sighed, “Alright, you two go and play.” Kaeya turned to Jean with a smile. “Take good care of my sister.” She added with a strict tone and Kaeya bowed his head seriously.
“Of course.” And Kaeya brought Barbara somewhere not towards the other kids. Since Barabara wasn’t with Jean anymore she felt that it wasn’t necessary to go to the other kids. She had just wanted to go to the other kids so Barbara would have friends, but with her gone she didn’t need to. It was Barbara’s first official party.
Jean found herself leaning against the wall looking at everyone else. This was oddly familiar, studying the crowd at the edge. Jean spotted her mom talking with the adults, making her connections stronger and Jean instantly looked down hoping her mother didn’t spot her. What would she say? She was not acting like a Gunnhildr Clan Leader, Jean has to be sociable.
She sighed as she looked at the corner. She knows she should socialize, she knows she has to have perfect form and she knows she has to be precise and accurate, nothing less than impeccable is demanded of her.
“Jean, I’m glad you made it.” Diluc’s voice came from her front and she looked up with startled eyes.
“Diluc.” She said as she looked up at Diluc. “This seems awfully familiar.” She laughed a little with pressed lips.
“Huh, actually now that you mentioned it.” Diluc teased as he stood beside her leaning against the wall too, but this time around their elbows almost touching. “Now, this really came full circle.” He added staring at the other kids, this was really like two years ago.
“Thank you.” Jean whispered and Diluc turned to look at her.
“For what?” He asked confusedly.
“I know you planned this for me.” Jean said, turning to Diluc with certain eyes and he smiled back at her.
“Now, I felt like it was my fault too.” He quietly added.
“It wasn’t.” Jean instantly replied but he looked at her with uncertainty. “If I didn’t meet you, I’d probably still be at the corner like this. So, yes there is a lot to say thank you for.”
“I don’t think you would be in the corner.” He said his eyes were clear.
“You’re right, I’d probably be socializing out of obligation. Which I should really be doing right now.” Jean said playfully with expressive expressions and Diluc smiled.
“I do rub into you.” He said bumping into her playfully and she giggled.
“Kaeya and Barbara have become really close.” Jean remarked with a contented smile. “I have to thank you for that too.”
“Hmm, I think it isn’t just just me.” Diluc replied.
“Barbara is a cheerful and innocent child, I try my best to keep it that way.” Jean sighed as she closed her eyes. She will protect her sister.
“You are a good sister, Jean.” Diluc said with pressed lips.
“You are a good brother too, Diluc.” She replied back with a smile.
Diluc and Jean became acquainted with one another at the age of ten and eight respectively. Diluc was a rather bright and happy child growing up and Jean was quiet and reserved. It came to a surprise to a lot of people how the pair got along so well.
In fact, Diluc could be considered rather rambunctious and reckless and Jean was cautious and critical. And because of that, the others who didn’t question how they got along, understood why they did. They were what they considered opposites attract, Yin and Yang.
“Diluc! Wait up for me!” A ten-year old Jean complained as she climbed up a rock with difficulty. She looked up from climbing and a hand was outstretched in front of her. It came from a boy with red hair and red eyes—Diluc Ragnvindr, heir to the Dawn Winery. Her silver eyes glittered under the sun with a hint of blue as she felt blinded and surprised by the presence of the boy in front of her as the sun right behind him.
She took his hand and he pulled her up. The wind blew her blonde hair around.
“Look, I told you that there were knights fighting some hilichurls!” The twelve-year-old Diluc said proudly. He had dragged Jean out so that they could look at some knights in action.
“I’m going to be one of them, Jean. And I will defend Mondstadt with everything I got!” His claymore faded behind him in gold dust, in her eyes it made him look like he was shining as he said those words. Her grey-blue eyes silently look at the claymore floating behind his back as it reappeared in gold dust again.
“You have been training hard.” She couldn’t help but remark, as it was after all the truth. He had been training very hard at swordsmanship at the age of eight, despite it being a skill he didn’t necessarily need. And when he got his vision at the age of ten, it was like the world was fully his, at least that was what he told Jean. But it was different for her, she had trained her posture and strikes with wooden swords since she was five and slowly changed into different kinds of swords as she grew and improved. Recently she had started using an actual sharp metal sword fitted for her. In her case, learning swordsmanship was a necessity.
Jean is known to be the more responsible one between the two, it was a fact that Diluc had set his heart out to being a Knight of Favonius. And Jean wasn’t quite sure about her future, but it was already decided for her, as a Gunnhildr it is natural to be a Knight of Favonius.
She had just recently decided to take up the sword and try to follow her mother’s desires with a passion that should compete with Diluc, but she didn’t even know what her objective was after mastering the short sword. If it was something she even wanted to do.
“Don’t worry Jean, you’re going to be a great swordsman. I know it.” Diluc said, feeling that Jean was slightly upset. She looked at him with pressed lips, he has always known what he wanted to become.
“Says the heir to the Dawn Winery.” She mumbled, and he bumped onto her shoulder playfully.
“That is my Father’s legacy. Of course, I will keep that alive, but I also need to chase my own dreams.” He replied smoothly, she felt as though it must have been something he had known for a long time.
She was envious of that certainty.
Diluc pulled her to hide behind a small bump on the ground. She quietly observed the Knights of Favonius by Diluc’s side and she was rather impressed with their fighting skills. She could only hope to be at that level soon. Jean looked at Diluc and she knew that the boy beside her would surpass the knights fighting right now.
“We should probably go.” Jean urged gently and Diluc looked at her with a slightly stern gaze.
“We just got here, Jean.” He responded quietly.
“But—” Jean said but was cut off.
“Don’t worry, if anything happens, I can protect you!” Diluc said confidently and in all honesty, Jean knew he could, he was rather capable for a twelve-year-old, but her innate nature wouldn’t allow it or perhaps it was her training.
“Diluc—” She tried again.
“They are over here!” A man called out pointing to the kids, and Diluc automatically grabbed Jean’s hand and ran away from the man.
“I can’t believe they found us.” Diluc said as he ran holding her hand firmly, Jean who was forced to follow him wanted to pull her hand away.
“Diluc, I think we should go back.” Jean tried to urge Diluc again.
“No, we just got out! Aren’t you tired of always studying?” He grabbed her and hid behind a tree as he silently observed if they were followed, and they saw no one behind them.
“C’mon, I think we can go to the Winery.” Diluc took a step forward but Jean remained planted on where she stood.
“That’s pretty far, Diluc.” Jean mumbled faintly.
“We’ve gone there many times before.” Diluc replied, keeping an eye for any movement around them.
“With permission.” She quietly added. “This time I ran away from training, you do realize that I will have to make-up for what happened today, some other day.”
“You’re just ten—they are overworking you.” He said sternly and she avoided his red eyes. Diluc was virtually perfect, he could be very good at something new and master it just as easily. And since he has a fiery passion for his claymore and combat, it was natural that he would more than just excel at it. He was at a level no one should be at—at the age of twelve, especially since he started late in training compared to her.
But the same thing could be said about Jean, she knew more than what a ten-year-old should know. But that was a result of the kind of upbringing she had. The sheer effort that she had to always display and give to please her mother, as the next heir of the Gunnhildr clan. And yet, she knew very clearly how Diluc had tried his very best to offer her a glimpse of a normal childhood.
Jean in a sense, aspired to be him in so many ways.
She was very much inspired by his capability. And his passion for justice. And his freedom.
“Alright.” She agreed quietly, even though in her head she disagreed completely. She will have to pay the price of what they are doing today, she knew it well. But looking at Diluc’s clear eyes, she couldn’t help but sigh in hushed tranquility. Diluc was always admirable.
And they carefully made their way to the Dawn Winery while Diluc kept an eye out for anyone following them. They arrived unfollowed, but they realized someone was at his villa’s front yard, Diluc’s father—Crepus was arguing with a blonde-haired woman, the same shade as Jean’s hair. Jean recognized the back of the woman before the woman’s voice could even register in Jean’s head.
Crepus’ eyes glanced behind the woman, who had seen his eyes shift and turned around to see Jean and Diluc. The moment she finished her turn, Diluc automatically stood in front of Jean with a glare directed at the older woman.
“Diluc, you have been causing trouble.” Crepus said with crossed arms, but his eyes held the smallest hint of delight at his son’s antics.
“They are overworking Jean!” Diluc argued back with a stronger glare directed at the older woman.
“That is none of your business, kid.” The woman replied.
“She is just a kid; she should be playing around!” Diluc yelled and received a cold glare from the woman. It was cold enough to make him flinch.
“She is not just a kid; she will be the future leader of the Gunnhildr clan.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Frederica,” Crepus called out to the woman in front of him and she tilted her head a bit to the right acknowledging him. “She should still be able to play around like a normal child.” There was a silence that passed by them.
“Jean, what do you think?” Her cold blue eyes landed on the girl behind Diluc who remained quiet in the presence of her mother.
“I do not dare to question my mother’s upbringing. I am raised to be well equipped as the future leader of our clan.” Hearing Jean’s reply, Diluc could not help but clench his fists.
It is true that when Diluc was ten he had received his vision, and worked hard to do justice to it. He chose to not play around with children his age because he wanted to master his craft and join the Knights of Favonius even more now that he had a vision. But that was not the case for Jean and he was so aware of his privilege.
“Jean.” Diluc turned to look at her but her expression was steely as she stared back at him.
“When I went out with you today, I knew this would happen. It is inevitable. I thank you for the company Diluc, but sadly I will have to go now.” Jean gently touched Diluc’s shoulder whose face showed his guilt. “Do not feel bad, I wanted to join you.” She gave a faint smile. It was the truth that she wanted to go with him when he arrived under her windowsill earlier that day, even though she knew that there would be consequences that would follow.
“Mother, I apologize for my actions.” Jean stepped out from behind Diluc and approached her mother. “I will take responsibility for my actions.”
“Good, as it should be as the future head of the family.” Frederica said the cold stare from her blue eyes made Jean think her mother’s gaze was certainly made of ice.
“Jean, I—” Jean turned to look at Diluc and the sadness in her face made him pause.
“Till next time then.” Jean feigned a smile and did not wait for a reply from Diluc as she turned to look at her mother. “I am ready, mother.”
“Crepus.” Frederica said with a pointed look towards Crepus and a raised brow. “I would advise you to correct your son’s behavior, but I doubt you would.”
Crepus did not take Frederica’s words as offensive, instead he smiled and nodded to her pretending to take it into consideration. Frederica knew that he was just nodding out of politeness.
Jean followed behind her mother as the two went their way. Diluc’s gaze followed Jean until she was out of his sight and he thought that she looked so forlorn. But she never glanced back at him before she completely disappeared from his sight.
“I hope you had fun.” Crepus couldn’t help but say and Diluc finally turned his head to look at his father who appeared sad.
“I did… but-“ He looked back at the general direction of where he had last seen the mother and daughter pair. “Will she be in big trouble?” He added quietly.
“Frederica wouldn’t give her daughter a hard time, I’m sure of it.” Crepus replied but Diluc looked at his father with pressed lips. He knew his father was lying to comfort him, but Diluc nodded and slowly walked into the mansion with unhurried steps.
“Brother!” A blue haired boy called out to Diluc from atop the staircase, Diluc smiled when his eyes met the other boy’s periwinkle eyes.
“Kaeya.” Diluc said and his distress from what happened outside was completely forgotten after seeing his brother. He quickly walked up the stairs and Kaeya’s eyes widened with delight.
“Father, I will accept any punishment you decide to give me due to my actions!” Diluc said as he ran to his younger brother halfway through the stairs.
Kaeya was a year younger than Diluc and he was adopted over a year ago due to certain circumstances. Kaeya used to be such a cold child, but with great effort, Diluc and Kaeya became close and Kaeya came to look up to his older brother Diluc with much love and respect.
When Diluc reached the top of the stairs Kaeya pulled his brother towards the library door. Diluc chuckled as he watched this playful child attempt to drag him away. He wasn’t always like this, it brought Diluc happiness seeing how joyful and playful Kaeya has become.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you two were up to!” Crepus replied as he watched his two sons with much love in his eyes.
“Kaeya, you seem way too excited.” Crepus laughed looking at his two sons, even though he is pleased in knowing how cheerful the blue haired boy has become after what has happened to him. Although he has to admit that he was very surprised to see that Kaeya developed a great respect for Diluc.
“This is for us boys only!” Kaeya yelled back to his father as he pushed Diluc into the library and shut the door behind him with a bang.
Crepus did not think that the slamming of the door was disrespectful, he knew that Kaeya was merely too excited and Crepus laughed wondering what the two boys could possibly be talking about.
“So, did you see her?” Kaeya asked instantly as he held his brother’s shoulder and Diluc laughed at his reaction.
“Yes, I did.” Diluc replied and his younger brother looked at him as he waited for more to be said. The joy in Diluc’s face slowly faded as he sighed and turned around.
“Based on your reaction, something bad happened?” Kaeya said as he followed behind Diluc who sat on a chair with another sigh.
“Her mother came here to pick her up.” Diluc said in an exasperated tone.
“Ah, that was what that was.” Kaeya mumbled as a frown formed on his lips. “So, you weren’t able to show her?” Kaeya sounded quite upset.
“Why do you sound more upset than me?” Diluc playfully retorted as he crossed his arms over his stomach.
“I went through all that trouble to distract our father.” Kaeya glared at his brother as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You weren’t even able to show her what this was all for. Jean’s mother is too much!”
Diluc stared at his brother who was obviously fuming in anger and laughed.
“It is alright, there are still more chances to see her.” Diluc looked at Kaeya, whose anger was slowly dissipating.
“Have you done your training for today?” Diluc inquired and Kaeya shook his head.
“Then, get your sword and let’s go out and train.” Diluc then stood up. “I will go and inform father.”
“Alright.” Kaeya replied as Diluc walked out. “I will follow in a bit.” Kaeya took a peek from the window and noticed the pair of blondes climbing onto a carriage with the Gunnhildr crest.
But on that day Diluc was gravely mistaken, he had thought he would see Jean again, unfortunately it would take three months to be able to see each other again. He had attempted to see her, but the security and Frederica would not let him through. He did not expect that she would go this far because he had forced Jean to ditch her lessons for a few hours.
Diluc’s mood had soured when he realized in the third week that Jean’s mother would drag this out. She might even use this opportunity to cut off ties. He was quite angry.
“Diluc,” Kaeya got no response. “Brother?” Kaeya called out a little louder in worry as he saw his brother’s expression turn dark.
“Brother!” Kaeya shook Diluc and the latter stared at his brother and sighed.
“I’m sorry I’m making you worry.” Diluc said, resting a hand on Kaeya’s shoulder.
“The Winery hasn’t hosted a party in a while. Your birthday is coming up.” Kaeya said matter-of-factly and Diluc raised a brow at Kaeya, catching on to what he was implying. “And a festival in Monstadt will soon follow, I’m sure something could be arranged.” A warm smile appeared on the red boy’s face.
“Yes. You are right.” Diluc agreed, recalling a memory from two years ago.
“A Party.” Diluc said and Kaeya couldn’t help but be charmed by his brother’s smile. One day, he too would have such charisma.
The Gunnhildr family is an aristocratic family that was believed to have existed even before the founding of Old Mondstadt. They had a long history of individuals who had greatly contributed to Mondstadt, and for that alone they were highly renowned.
Their contributions ranged from being a nameless and faceless person behind a curtain, to a scholar, to a knight, to an alchemist to even the smallest things as having a maid do something seemingly so menial and yet pivotal. The bottom-line is, one way or another, any contribution for Mondstadt was always tied down to the Gunnhildr name.
May that be pure luck or not, no one would know.
The Gunnhildr family, simply put, is special to the people. They represented hope and good fortune. There is even a saying amongst the people: Behind every event, a Gunnhildr will surely be present.
And thus, every Gunnhildr is regarded with the greatest respect and are seen as the most desired partners. After all, who could not resist such prestige however, it came with the price of being ready to serve Mondstadt.
Jean Gunnhildr was no exception, however, she had some kind of leniency when compared to her ancestors, as she was born in a time of peace, in the sense that there was no war. There were your occasional monsters sure, but it was a time of relative calmness. And so, it was deemed unnecessary for her to learn anything physical—in other words, her combat training was very limited. She did not have any formal physical combat training at all.
As a Gunnhildr, one’s contribution was not limited to being a knight or anything of the sorts. She contributed potential intelligence, but particularly beauty and wealth at this point in time. And she found it rather odd that she could only contribute such things, when her mother herself was a knight. But Frederica Gunnhildr had justified how she raised her children, claimed it was for her daughters’ own good, and Jean trusted her mother’s better judgement. Thus, Jean and Barbara, Jean’s sister, were known to be the best women to marry in Mondstadt.
The sisters set the standard of a woman of Mondstadt and was the epitome of grace, beauty and intellect, the embodiment of a noble lady.
“Oh look, it is Lady Jean Gunnhildr.” An aristocrat whispered to her female companion as they stared at a blonde woman who was politely chatting and laughing with other aristocrats.
Diluc Ragnvindr’s red eyes couldn’t help but follow the two women’s gaze. And somehow, the moment his eyes laid on the blonde woman, her grey eyes met his. She smiled politely at him and a woman beside Jean noticed her gaze. She whispered something into Jean’s ear, and the blonde woman’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly put on a soft smile as she nodded towards Diluc and continued chatting with the man beside her.
The two women who had been talking about Jean, followed Jean’s gaze and were surprised to see Diluc.
“Greetings, Sir Ragnvindr.” The brunette said as he nodded and they excused themselves. Before they were out of his ear-shot he heard them whisper: “Pity, had Lady Jean received her vision at a younger age, perhaps she would not be a catalyst user.”
“Perhaps it is because she is a Gunnhildr that she is a catalyst user. After all, their choice of weapon has never hindered the Gunnhildr from assisting the people. Their mind alone is a weapon.” The other replied and Diluc could not help but agree. The Gunnhildr were just that kind of people, they could even just offer songs and prayers and the people would see them as saints.
Diluc Ragnvindr was quite the opposite of the Gunnhildr family.
The Ragnvindr family name could be traced back as far as the Gunnhildr name, and is also a noble family. It was just that in the past two centuries the Ragnvindr name was a stain in the aristocratic landscape. That was because at that time, the Ragnvindr’s wine business boomed, and they became a well renowned wine tycoon, and since this development, the Ragnvindr family would rather choose their wine business over stuck-up aristocrats and their rules, even though they were aristocrats themselves. And thus, the rift between the Ragnvindr and the aristocrats was formed.
The Ragnvindr were still respected, it was just that they could not be contained as the noblemen would say. They did what they pleased and with no remorse, is how the mass sees his family, thus scandals after scandals would follow a Ragnvindr. Even though it was something not worth mentioning, the aristocracy just seemed to make an issue about anything, because it was a Ragnvindr. Diluc was no exception to this.
In fact, the scandal that seemed to follow him around, is that he has many women, and particularly enjoyed deflowering the innocent. Whether it is true or not, the man did not care to clarify.
Diluc stood in a corner with a glass of wine in his hand, just observing the current ball for the aristocracy. This time around no one seems to be sucking up on the young heir of Ragnvindr. Perhaps it was because of the rumor of his latest conquest the night prior. Whether that be the case or not, the loneliness was beneficial to him, but it appears that he kept hearing of Lady Jean Gunnhildr.
He quietly nursed his wine as he pretended to be focused on the dance floor.
“Lady Jean is a little too old to be a marriage candidate, but I suppose she would do.” Diluc heard a man near a pillar talk.
“Well, it wouldn’t matter if she was thirty—she is a Gunnhildr, anyone would marry her.” Another had said. Hearing this, made Diluc think that the woman they spoke of is rather unfortunate. Had she been born a Ragnvindr, she probably would not be chalked up as nothing but her family name. But who was he kidding, even his own name was scorned by the people. At least, had she been born a Ragnvindr, the notoriety the name brought would buy her freedom.
“Well, I personally would prefer Lady Barbara.” A third person quipped in, and Diluc raised a brow. Diluc wasn’t really into gossip or the aristocrats but it appeared that the Gunnhildr sisters were a common topic as of late. “Lady Jean is just twenty-two, but there is something about Lady Barbara that just makes a man go mad.” The same man added, and Diluc was disgusted at the subtle tone he was using to talk about a woman who had just turned eighteen.
“God, I hope Sir Ragnvindr will not lay his hands on Lady Barbara.” The second man had very cautiously and quietly added and because of this Diluc almost could not hear him from where he stood almost five meters away.
“Did you hear of the latest—” Diluc felt someone’s eyes on him and with a sly smile, he turned his head to the three men talking from afar. His red eyes met with one of the men and all three smiled politely at Diluc as they pretended to be minding their own business.
“That was a close call.” The third one cleared his throat. Little did they know that Diluc had been listening in on them this whole time.
“It is odd though, that Lady Jean has not married yet, and there seems to be no talk of her possibly getting engaged.” The first one continued on. After a while, his eyes locked on the blonde dancing with a black-haired man.
“Well, as much as everyone would love to marry into the Gunnhildr family—because she is a Gunnhildr, finding a suitable marriage candidate must be difficult.” The first said and all three sighed.
“Well, there is someone who is eligible.” The three men gave a quick glance in Diluc’s direction, who was rather amused that he was still in the pool of possibility.
“If there is anyone who would qualify, it would be him.” The second man said. “Even with all his scandals, the fact that he has a lot of money is reason enough.”
And for a moment Diluc Ragnvindr sincerely thought of the man’s words. Diluc could not comprehend what the Gunnhildr would need his wealth for, they were already wealthy enough.
“His wealth alone could secure the Gunnhildr wealth for centuries.” The second man added and Diluc couldn’t help but mentally nod with that observation. The Gunnhildr are wealthy it is a fact, but with his added finances their sustainability would be doubled—no perhaps tripled. It is rather ideal.
“But he would get nothing from it.” Those words alone echoed in Diluc’s head in his own voice too. And hearing someone else say it aloud was a perfect reflection of his own thoughts.
Diluc laid his eyes on the blonde woman named Jean, whose smile faltered for a second with her dance partner, but he caught her silver eyes looking somewhere else for a second too long before they returned to her partner. At first, he thought nothing of it, but soon her eyes travelled elsewhere and for a moment she looked vacant. He followed her gaze with his eyes and was surprised to see a knight.
‘Hmm, perhaps her lover?’ He thought.
The knight clearly met Jean’s gaze and he did not react at all; the man just bowed his head in politeness. So, Diluc’s gaze went back to Jean and for about five minutes she was not distracted, and then as she spun, her eyes seemed to have caught something and Diluc quickly followed her gaze.
By the third time this happened, Diluc had a sly smile on his lips as he made his conclusion.
It seemed that the eldest daughter of Frederica Gunnhildr was an interesting woman.
Diluc Ragnvindr, for the first time, had finally seen someone he could possibly marry and that was Jean Gunnhildr. But he shouldn’t be rash, he should observe the potential candidate first. He was only twenty-three and there was no rush for him to get married after all his father, Lord Crepus Ragnvindr was still alive even though Diluc was now handling anything related to the family name, making Diluc the Lord in everything but title.
Diluc was certain that Jean’s mother must have started to feel anxious about her daughter’s lack of fiance as the people too seemed to perceive Jean as a little too old to be married.
Such nonsense. He shook his head. But it just simply meant that Diluc must make a decision soon.
It was currently the social season, so there were more balls that needed to be attended to after this, so he had more than enough opportunities to talk to Jean. But two balls after seeing Jean as a potential candidate, Diluc could feel the bated breath of the social circle. It seemed that talks of Jean’s marriage had arisen and placed everyone on edge.
He was not particularly one for chances, but she was the first woman he ever considered marrying. He would not allow someone else to take the lead. So, when he noticed Jean slip out of the ball unnoticed, of course he would follow.
She walked quietly into the garden and hid behind a tall garden hedge.
As he turned to follow Jean behind the hedge, Diluc spoke, “When you walk you do not make a sound.”
Jean froze and quickly turned around with widened eyes. She recognized the man instantly.
“Lord Ragnvindr, greetings.” She bowed, and she heard him chuckle.
“Lord Ragnvindr is my father, just call me Diluc.” Hearing this she boldly looked up at him.
“I’ve heard you are not one for titles or rules.” Jean said as she stood up from her bow, not bothering with formalities anymore.
“As it should be, as I am a Ragnvindr.” He smiled charmingly, and she sighed as she mumbled an agreement. It isn’t something surprising coming from a Ragnvindr. They seemed to be a family unbound by society’s perception and were capable of paving new paths that no one would have thought of, granted they would also be scorned as they walked that path.
She turned and made her way to a marble bench that had no armrest or backrest which she had spotted before he startled her. She sat down with a plop and stared blankly at the hedge across from her.
“Therefore, in your eyes the Gunnhildr family must be such a stickler for rules.” And he laughed at what she said as he took a seat beside her.
“It is rather amazing how light you are on your feet.” He noted and she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.
“I am an anemo user, it must come from that.” She offered and he smiled.
“Perhaps,” He crossed his legs and placed his elbow on his leg as he rested his head on his hand to look at her. “Is that how you were able to slip away from such a crowded hall unnoticed?” A smile formed on Jean’s lips as she turned her head to look at the clear red eyes of the man beside her.
“Indeed.” A simple response.
“It seems that being a catalyst user befits you.” And as he noted the very faint twitch of her brows, his smile turned a bit sly. “People say it is a pity that such a talented and intelligent woman as yourself is a catalyst user.” He inched closer to her and he smelled a familiar scent on her. He deeply inhaled her scent and he recognized what it was the next second. Jean looked at him questioningly, he was a bit too close to her for someone she had just met.
In fact, this was their first meeting and they did not even formally introduce themselves.
“But between you and me, I think those people are belittling the catalyst users. Those people who judge you don’t even have a vision themselves. What right do they have to judge what weapon one uses?” He pulled away from her with a knowing smile on his lips while Jean merely pressed her lips.
“They even say, had you gotten your vision at a younger age, you would probably not be a catalyst user—these people really.” He shook his head.
“And I heard rumors about you.” Jean finally said, and he looked at her in interest. “You are said to be a rather promiscuous man.” Diluc laughed wholeheartedly.
“Suppose I am, but I have never tried men.” Jean frowned at the implication in what he said and he smiled at her with a glint in his eyes.
“I probably shouldn’t be seen with you.” Jean said but she doesn’t even move an inch to attempt to leave.
“Or else you’d have a scandal with a man like me?” He feigned hurt but his eyes were crinkling in amusement, and his lips were smiling mischievously. “A Gunnhildr would never be caught with such a scandal.” And Jean looked away from him and stared at the hedge with great focus, as they stayed in silence for some time.
“I heard that Lady Jean is looking for a marriage partner.” And he felt the air around them turn stifling. “How unwelcoming you’ve become,” He caught her cold quick glance at him and then returned her gaze on the hedge opposite them.
“It’s likely the reason why you slipped away from the party.” She sighed and leaned back far away from him with her arm against the bench.
“You’re not wrong there.” She tilted her head to look at him.
“Must have been tiring.” He simply added, and in his eyes, it seemed that he had seen several different versions of Jean in the span of a few minutes. He admits he is rather bewitched by her.
“The Gunnhildr family is wealthy, it probably isn’t hard to find someone.” He drawled in addition.
“But not as wealthy as yours, Sir Diluc.” And Diluc was more amused than he should be seeing her lips form his name, and her sweet voice calling him. He realized that there was no one else befitting to be his spouse than the woman before him.
“But the Gunnhildr family has excelled in business recently.” He studied her carefully and the shock in her eyes was evident, and she quickly tried to look neutral. “That was your doing.”
She instantly sat properly and refused to look at him. “How did you know? I am using an alias. It isn’t even linked with the Gunnhildr name.” Her brows etched together.
“There is nothing that I would not know.” And she turned her head to look at him. She had no doubts in his words.
“Did you get this information from Kaeya? I heard he loves secrets.” Her scrunched up face was so very endearing for Diluc and yet he also disliked the fact that she spoke of Kaeya with familiarity and by his first name with no reserve.
Diluc simply chuckled and then spoke, “There are many means to knowing something, Lady Jean.” And she pressed her lips at his statement. “As much as Kaeya loves collecting secrets, he wouldn’t sell that information.”
“You know, had you joined the alcohol business, you’d be a force to be reckoned with.” Diluc couldn’t help but add, this time it was his turn to lean back on the bench with his arm. “I would actually welcome it.”
Jean does not hide her confusion. They had never crossed paths before, but he clearly came to talk to her. And he knew information about her that was kept greatly confidential.
“The dress you are wearing must be from your own shoppe.” Her eyes flicked very confused as to how he knew of this information, but she nodded solemnly.
“Why don’t you marry me?” He offered nonchalantly and Jean was taken aback. Jean did not reply immediately, thinking that he had more to say, or at the very least tell her that he was just kidding. But as the minute passed into the next, she realized he was serious at his offer and she laughed.
“Are you mad? We just met, and why would I consider marrying you– A man who is rumoured to have many lovers?” She shakes her head.
“Hm, you’re not wrong, what would I have to offer aside from my vast treasury?” He sat up properly, “Maybe because I know something about you that you don’t want others to know. Other than that secret identity you have.” She looked at him with an open glare. “In fact, I can offer you what you want.”
“And pray that tell, what is this desire?” She asked with a small bite to her tone.
He smiled genuinely as he leaned closer to her and Jean tried to lean back. He whispered into her ears, and her eyes widened. She tried to push him away, but found no strength in her hands that rested on his hard chest.
“If I was a woman, I’d think you were trying to molest me.” The haze in Jean’s eyes cleared up and she looked at her hands that were over his pecs. Her entire face turned red as she stood up.
“You can consider my offer, Jean.” And hearing her name being called out in such a manner by Diluc made her heart skip a beat. No, perhaps it was the revelation of someone else knowing what she so desperately tried to hide.
What she desperately wanted.
“And why do you think I would accept your offer?” She quietly asked.
“Even if I am known to be quite a debaucherous man, apparently I am still the most eligible for a Gunnhildr. And why do you think that is so?”
“It is because you are a man.” The same quiet voice. “They would say that it is what men do.” She stared at him with clear eyes.
“Ah, yes they, the aristocracy—the people.” There was a small hint of contempt in his eyes. “And if it was a woman of the aristocracy enjoying that of which men seem to adore—it would be a different kind of story.” He looked up at her and smiled grimly.
“And why would Jean Gunnhildr, a woman of the highest prestige, stay under the curtain of night with a man as promiscuous as me?” He stood dangerously close to her. “Simple. It is the same reason why you are not yet wedded.” He leaned into her ear.
“Jean Gunnhildr willed it.” He pulled away, their lips a few inches too close from one another, and Jean’s heart beat drumming in her ears.
“It does you no disservice if a scandal like this would befall you, in fact, I can tell you perceive it as something quite beneficiary.” A charming smile as he took a step back. “If you have decided, come look for me, Jean.”
And he turned on his heels and walked away, the way he called her name echoing in her mind. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to hear him call her name again, with no Lady in the front or Gunnhildr at the back.
Just Jean.
~.~.~.~.~
Jean took her time to think about Diluc’s offer. If men were really all the same, there is a possibility that her husband would still seek outside pleasure after they are wedded. If she married Diluc, who already was known to have multiple lovers, she wouldn’t be taken aback if someone told her that he was cheating on her. And what else could she expect from a man who was already known as promiscuous?
Loyalty and faithfulness? Of course not.
Their marriage would be loveless, but everyone enters that kind of marriage sooner or later. And it just so happened he presents himself as the better option. They could go their own way after the wedding and he will provide what he swore to her. The Gunnhildr clan will receive security for centuries with what Diluc would give as the bride price. As he was known to be lavish and had money to spare, the bride price he would be willing to give, would not be small.
Her marriage with Diluc would be scandalous to a degree, but Diluc matched her in prestige and wealth, that alone would quell people. In fact, a Gunnhildr willingly marrying a Ragnvindr would put the Ragnvindr name in the good books after almost two centuries of scandals. It would be the reset that his family name needed, if that was what he was after.
With the little interaction she had with Diluc, she was fairly certain that their marriage would be for formality’s sake, and the pair of husband and wife would be left with their own devices. That alone was more than appealing to Jean.
She bit her lip as she thought of the possibilities.
But it had been almost a month since his offer. And somehow, she had curbed the talks of marriage. And since then, rumors of Diluc’s nightly activities were greatly reduced too. There were still talks, but not as much as before, and she truly believed that if she said she agrees to his proposal, he could spin the story of their romance in whatever way he wants. She could even greatly contribute to the lie he plans to sell.
What bothered her was that he had not tried to approach her even once since then. Maybe the reduction of his nightly ventures was his way to show his good faith in his proposal to her. But he did clearly say that if she was interested, she had to look for him herself. And it wasn’t like he said he would put a halt to his hobby, and yet the rumors revolving around him and his women were reduced. Therefore, it was a possibility that he had placed effort to try and be less promiscuous. Perhaps it was for her.
He was not known as the best fighter. In fact, people say his pyro vision was wasted on him because his ability with his claymore was average and that even his expensive claymore could not compensate for the lack of his skills. But that was quite alright with Jean. She shouldn’t judge because without her catalyst she would not be able to stand her ground against monsters or treasure hoarders.
No matter how she thought about it, Diluc Ragnvindr’s proposal was very tempting. She gets what she wants, and he gets whatever he wants.
Although, he could be after her chastity, and this could just all be a long game for Diluc Ragnvindr. In fact, hadn’t she been told that he had chased a woman for almost a year, and when he got what he wanted– her chastity as the rumor says, he had coldly left her.
She pressed her lips with etched brows as she gazed at the dandelions outside her window.
Those were all rumors. Even so, there must be some kind of truth in them. If everything in that hearsay is true, even having the same outcome as the woman from that tale would benefit Jean well.
A strong wind blew outside her window, scattering the whites of the dandelions.
Jean had clearly made a decision already. She knew what she wanted.
She simply wanted more. And he was the solution.
Jean turned around and stared at the blue and white dress with gold trims displayed on a mannequin. This is what she would be wearing on the upcoming ball, and on that day she will seek out Diluc and give him her response. Better she does it as soon as she can to ensure her mother does not make a match on her stead.
She already waited for far too long.
~.~.~.~.~
The day of the ball arrived and Jean does not even recall how many balls or functions she had attended since the first and last time she had seen Diluc. There were times she thought she saw the familiar red hair of the man but when she turned to confirm her doubts, it felt like he had vanished into thin air. And due to the talks of her looking for a spouse, she was required to be at most of the events that she was invited to attend.
Jean admittedly was exhausted, but it was her who dragged her decision out. Now there was no turning back.
She prepared for the evening, and made sure she had on minimal jewelry, matching her off-shoulder dress of white, blue and gold. Her choker necklace was like a thin metal strip of gold around the middle of her neck. Tonight, she would look for Diluc and give him an answer to his offer.
A knock came from outside her door, “Jean, are you ready?” It was the familiar voice of her sister Barbara.
“I will be in a moment.” She replied back as she walked to her vanity table, glanced at all the perfume bottles on the table top and reached out for a bottle of purple liquid. When she brought the bottle near her neck, the liquid appeared blue for a second, Jean spritzed an extensive amount of perfume on her body.
“Barbara, can you come in here for a moment?” She inquired as she returned the glass bottle where it belonged.
The door opened to reveal Barbara who wore a pure white dress.
“What is it Jean?” She asked and Jean gestured for her sister to come to her and the younger blonde followed her. Jean opened the drawer and grabbed a light blue gemmed pendant hanging from a silver chain. Barbara’s eyes widened at the item.
“It matches your eyes well.” Jean says and Barbara looked at her older sister with watery eyes.
“That is your most treasured pendant.” Jean nodded and smiled.
“Yes, and now I want you to have it.” Jean could see all the questions in Barbara’s eyes but she gave the younger girl a stern look: “It is for my most beloved sister.”
Barbara nodded as she turned around to accept the gift and Jean clasped the necklace on Barbara’s neck.
“I will treasure it sister.” Barbara placed a hand on the blue gem as she turned to Jean who suddenly hugged her. So many questions at the tip of Barbara’s tongue but she kept quiet because she knew her sister well. If Jean had no intentions of saying anything, she would not give the slightest hint.
“I know you will Barbara.” Jean whispered and as she pulled away, she changed the subject. “Can you smell my perfume?”
Barbara shook her head, “No.”
Jean smiles, “That’s good, I didn’t want to put any tonight.”
Barbara stared at her sister in confusion and before she could ask, Jean quickly told her that they should leave or they would be late.
“Yes, you’re right.” Barbara says, completely forgetting the question she wanted to ask.
When Jean and Barbara arrived at the ball, the first-person Jean noticed was undoubtedly the red hair of Diluc Ragnvindr. He had on a polite smile, a wine glass in his right hand and a group of men surrounded him. It seemed that something good had happened to the Ragnvindr family for people to flock to Sir Diluc the way they did.
But it was a good thing for Jean, it saved her the effort of hunting him down as they obviously got him cornered.
“It seems that Sir Ragnvindr is quite popular tonight.” Jean casually said to her female companions.
“Oh, yes, the ladies have become rather interested in him because there seems to be a shift in his demeanor recently, and less scandals.” One woman in pink offers, and Jean noticed the secretive glances of a number of women.
It seemed that Diluc could pick whoever he wanted to bring home tonight. And oddly enough it did not disgust Jean. Rather, it was quite appealing—almost funny in fact.
“Well right now, the men are flocking him due to the news that Sir Ragnvindr will be selling some really old cases of wine that his family have kept for a few centuries. It is said that it is projected to double his revenue stream.” A woman in yellow mumbled.
“Then it is a good thing that the men are keeping him preoccupied. It saves all the women here potential heartbreak and scandal.” Barbara said almost in a sneering tone.
“Barbara, we do not know for certain if those rumors are true.” Jean quietly said and the women in pink and yellow look at Jean skeptically.
“Lady Jean, I do not know why you are giving the man the benefit of the doubt, but a maid of my household has seen Sir Ragnvindr bring his maid to an inn,” The woman in the yellow gown leaned closer to Jean. “And they stayed there for three days.”
“In the same room.” The pink haired added glancing at her companion who nodded. “I heard the maid is one of his most frequent lovers— his favorite even.” Jean stole a glance at Diluc from across the room, and somehow, he had also glanced her way. And for at least five seconds their eyes locked as his lips gave her a coy smile.
“I see, that is interesting, but gossip is gossip.” Jean smiled tightly. To her, the information provided a fall back. If she married Diluc, his maid could satisfy his desires and she would not have to, giving her more time to do what she pleases.
“Honestly, Jean-” Barbara looked at her sister in worry.
“Why don’t you go and talk to your friends?” Jean tells Barbara, who did not look like she wanted to leave.
Eventually, Barbara left Jean with the two women they were talking with and Jean socialized and danced, as a proper lady would do. It took Jean two hours after arriving to have the opportunity to slip out of the hall to look for Diluc, who had excused himself from his companions.
Of course, she did not follow him automatically when she saw him leave. At that point of the night, no one had approached Jean and she had stood in the corner as a background character. Forgotten by the crowd, just as she wanted. She smiled as she covered her face with her fan and waited for five minutes before she unhurriedly walked out of the hall.
Finding Diluc was only a matter of a few minutes. It seemed that he was a special guest as she found him wandering the part of the host’s mansion that most people shouldn’t be in.
Suddenly there was an arm beside her right ear and she was pinned to the wall.
“Oh—look who came to find me.” A deep voice whispered in her left ear, and she turned around unsurprised.
“Greetings, Sir Ragnvindr.” The man blinked at her vacantly for a moment.
“Let us bring this elsewhere.” Diluc glanced at both ends of the hallway, opening the door nearest to them as he gestured for her to enter. It seemed that this man really had no care for rules or manners was what Jean thought in passing. She willingly stepped into the room and walked in the middle of the bedchamber. Her lips pressed, she heard a click from the door.
“Locking the door to ensure I do not run?” Jean asked mockingly but with no malice as she crossed her arms and he rolled his eyes. He took a step forward and stumbled. Jean had taken a step forward to try and help him, but thought that she would fall into his trap, that is if it was a trap, had she assisted him and thus, she quickly withdrew her foot.
She did not believe the rumors completely because she was certain that there was more to the stories. But this was still their second meeting, she was still observing him, and thus she still needs to remain vigilant.
“Is this how you get with your women? Offering marriage and when they look for you, lock them in a bedchamber and do the deed?” She received a deadly glare from the man who seemed to have trouble walking at the moment. But she took note of the way he glared at her, and in all honesty her heart softened up to him.
“Since you are here, I assume you agreed to my proposal.” His glare softens. “I only locked the door so that we do not have to worry about other people walking in on us.” And she raised an eyebrow at him.
“I wouldn’t want a scandal to befall my future wife—even if she is to wed me.” He stood before her, and she could smell the alcohol all over him like perfume.
“How much did you drink?” She scrunched up her nose, and he chuckled softly. He leaned into her neck and she stiffened a bit, unsure of his actions.
“Huh, the same scent from before.” He mumbled as he pulled away, his eyes searching for something and Jean narrowed her eyes at his nonchalant comment. But her gaze quickly softened when she saw that the man before her wasn’t exactly at his best, his face turned and his eyes searched for something in his wobbly state.
She held his elbow and his head turned to her. “You don’t look well.” She simply said with the faintest hint of worry. He pulled his head back without moving his body and he blinked at her slowly as if just realizing who she was.
“Believe it or not, despite the fact that I sell the best and most sought out alcohols in Teyvat, I have the poorest alcohol tolerance.” He chuckled as he saw Jean’s eyebrows draw close to one another. “Don’t get me wrong—after a while of drinking, I have developed my alcohol tolerance, however– overall, it is still poor.”
“Then if you do have poor alcohol tolerance, why would you be drinking?” Jean’s eyes stared at him with familiar clarity and Diluc couldn’t help but smile because of it.
In Diluc’s hazy eyes, Jean looked particularly enchanting. The image of the blonde woman, in a mostly white dress, with blue and gold accents paired with the minimal jewelry was breathtaking. The moonlight behind her made her look as if she was glowing, and that paired with her outfit and bare collarbone, was very distracting.
“How can I not? You’ve seen the horde of people surrounding me tonight, they kept refilling my cup.” And his eyes shifted to Jean’s bare neck, and then her collarbone and even lower. She silently watched him who began to sway: “It’s good for business.” And he lifted his hand with an extended index finger.
His finger touched the base of her neck as it passed the curve of her collarbone. “And you—you should be afraid of me.” His muddled eyes cleared up as his finger stopped between her breasts. Jean remained unmoving, her expression gentle.
“And why is that?” Jean inquired, seeing his eyes cleared up and with pressed lips he pulled his hand away. And judging from his reaction, she could tell he was displeased with his own actions.
“I could have you right here and now. And we will see if you should not be afraid of me.” He glared at her.
“Have you forgotten? I am blessed with a vision too.” And he laughed at her words.
“My sword against your catalyst?” And she looks at him with open amusement at his mocking tone. “My fists and trained body, against– what?” She found that his glare towards her was not insulting. It was the truth, she gave a faint smile, she would not be able to fend for herself with her fists if it came to.
“You know, these past few weeks, I could have sworn I saw the familiar color of your hair.” She reached out to his neck and grabbed a piece of hair from his ponytail. “You made it a point to avoid me well.” She smiled at him as she let go of the lock of hair. Her mere actions bring Diluc’s eyes back into a daze.
“It’s either you like it when your prey walks directly into your trap with no choice, or you respect me enough to decide on my own without being coerced.” Diluc fought hard to keep himself level headed as he stared at her. “I think that you present yourself to the people the way you desire to be seen.”
And Diluc visibly frowned, “Tsk.” He walked past her and she grabbed his wrist. He looked back at her with a deadly glare.
“I’m not afraid of you.” She said in such a clear and calm voice and with a cast-down gaze she laughed, startling him. Her laughter was captivating.
“You look like you’re about to throw a tantrum, Diluc.” And he looked at her with quivering lips. He really liked his name coming out from her lips. He wanted her to call him that in many different ways—in different tones.
He clears his throat. Maybe this was the wrong decision, but the offer was already said and done and she clearly came here to accept it.
The night was still young. And two unengaged people were in a bedchamber all alone. If people caught wind of this, it would be very scandalous, and they would drag Diluc’s name into the mud, not that they haven’t already. But this one would be the worst, simply because of the woman in front of him.
Jean Gunnhildr.
“A tantrum?” He sneers, “Let’s get to the point Lady Gunnhildr, we’ve chatted long enough.” He flicked his wrists out of her grasp. And she frowned, not because he withdrew his wrist but because he called her Lady Gunnhildr.
“You seem completely sober now.” She remarked and he looked at her with a twinkle of desire.
“I’m afraid if I let the alcohol take over me, I’d do something that would scare you.” She looked at him as if saying she was not afraid of him and he just shook his head at her. He turned around to walk to a chair by the window.
“As you can see, I am here to accept your marriage proposal.” He nodded as he took a seat while she stood where he had left her, in the middle of the room. She could see clearly that he was putting distance between them. There was a pitcher of water and a clear cup on the table beside him and he poured himself some water.
For a moment Diluc hesitated, he clearly wanted to offer her water, but opted not to, and she could see it well. She really was intrigued by him.
“You seem to be at home.” She quietly remarked.
“As I have said, I have poor alcohol tolerance. I specifically requested a room from the host.” He raised his glass to her. “A perk of being rich—and particularly the rumor of me selling well preserved bottles of wine from a few centuries ago.” She smiled at his words; she was convinced he was feigning arrogance.
“But I have my conditions.” She finally said.
“Ah, of course.” He looked at her with the glass in hand, “I want to get to know you first.” He looked at her with furrowed brows but didn’t say anything. “And I know you are wholly capable of spreading the rumor that I am already matched. And that would make people think that there is no need to talk about my marriage and I wish for the identity of my match to be kept as a secret.”
“And won’t your family clear the rumor out?” He inquired quietly, giving her a worried expression.
“They will not if I tell them not to. That I wish to decide on my partner myself, and that the rumor is a blessing in disguise.” And he looked at her like she was a fool.
“My mother has always placed her daughters’ happiness first. If I say that is where I will be happy—when I choose who to marry—then she will concede.”
“Then tell me,” He looked at her blankly. “Why have you not gone against your mother and do what you want to?”
She pressed her lips and then sighed. “Because she said it was for our own good. And I trust her judgement.”
His mouth opened as he hesitated with his words, but settled with a “Fine.” He drinks his glass of water. “Consider it done.” He had things he wanted to ask, but he felt that it was not his place to comment on such matters.
And they stayed in silence again, Jean standing in the middle of the bedchamber awkwardly.
“I suppose you would like to get to know each other in secret.” He finally said seeing her standing there and rubbing her arm. Her eyes firmly glued to the floor, flickered back to him and her lips gently turned upward and she giggled.
“Yes, doesn’t every woman dream of having a secret love affair?” She teased, and he was taken aback.
“You shouldn’t be saying that, and especially not to me.” He coldly warned her, but she gave him an enchanting smile. She did not see the man in the rumors that people seem to talk about in him.
“Tell me something—how can you recognize my scent?” His eyes flickered for a second and he smiled genuinely, surprising her with it.
“Oh, you noticed?” And she tried to calm her beating heart as he said those words. She felt like she had finally met her match. She did not reply and waited for him to continue.
“How could I not recognize it? I funded that potion’s project.” And her lips ever so slightly opened as she silently inhaled at the revelation. And Diluc’s red eyes were craving those soft lips.
Diluc would never know, that at that point, with his steady gaze on her, Jean felt like a woman. She was equally as captivated as he was to her. A man in a suit, with red hair sitting on a couch with the window behind him, the moonlight passing by him making him look almost like a shadow. The water on the glass glittered because of the moonlight.
A silent lone figure.
She wanted to know more about this man. She was certain there was more to him, like a suspenseful book, you have to read the end to quench all your questions.
And that marked the second time they met. An interest in both parties that could not be denied. A curiosity that was quite evident in both their faces, and yet it passed over their heads and did not register in their hearts.
And this will not be the end of their involvement towards one another, it is simply the knot that will start it all, which will lead to an entanglement neither of them had hoped for.
In the master bedroom at the Dawn Winery Manor laid a woman with blonde hair. She was sleeping on her side, and the thick blankets were up over her shoulders. It was so late in the evening and the woman was in deep sleep and so when the door creeks open, she did not even stir one bit.
A figure walks across the chamber quietly. It was a male and he seemed familiar with the room. The thick coat over his shoulders looking like it was weighing him down too much that it was difficult to walk.
He unclasps his coat and tossed it on a chair with a thud. The woman in bed stirs at the sound for a second but doesn’t wake from it. He places his claymore near the empty side of the bed. He sat on the chair where he placed his coat and unties his boots. He soon undresses and changes into comfortable sleepwear. He tiptoes to the bed, his red eyes gazing fondly at the familiar blonde head.
He gets into the bed and under the sheets, but his added weight caused the sleeping blonde to stir. And he could sense that she was waking.
“I’m sorry to wake you.” He mumbles reaching her side, his chest against her back. His hand looking for her hand under the sheets. He finds her hand on top of her bulging stomach.
“Diluc.” Her voice sounded so sweet even though she was barely awake. Realizing that it was him, her grey-blue eyes slowly close again.
“How are you and our baby?” He asks as he plants a kiss on her shoulder. She pulls her hand out of his hand, and replaces it on top of his hand, brushing her thumb against his knuckles.
“We’re doing alright.” He pulls himself closer to her and he heard her soft giggle.
“How was your day?” She asked fighting her sleepiness in order to a hold conversation.
“It was exhausting.” He mumbles into her shoulder and he heard her hum faintly. “I’m glad your safe.”
“I should be saying that…” She replied faintly, failing to fight her drowsiness.
“I’m sorry, Jean.” He whispered but she was already fast asleep.
The next day, Jean the blonde woman woke up without the red headed Diluc by her side. The sun was about to come out from the horizon. She carefully got out of bed, she looked at her bed side table and saw that there was a blue shawl on top.
“Diluc must have prepared it…” She smiled softly at the thought of him carefully picking and placing the shawl there. She wears the shawl over her shoulder and gently rub her stomach.
She stands up her and white dress almost touching the wooden floor. And she walks towards the window across the bed. And she notices him outside swinging his claymore. She stood there for a long moment to admire the man swinging his sword. His red hair and his red eyes and pale skin. She loved everything about him. And now she was here, she looks around the room with fond memories of the man outside. And slowly she walked to the door.
When she reached the flight of stairs, she couldn’t help but sigh. Before she could take a step down, she hears someone call her.
“Master Jean!” Adelinde, the head maid rushed to her side from down the flight of stairs. Normally Jean should have been called lady or mistress, but Diluc had specifically instructed for Jean to be called Master. Whatever title he had, she did too.
“Adelinde, hello.” She chuckles as the maid gripped Jean’s right hand while Jean’s other hand was holding the railing.
“You should have summoned someone to assist you.” The lady in her black and white uniform said frantically. Her blonde hair was a browner than Jean’s.
“I’m pregnant, not injured.” Jean playfully rolls her eyes. And Adelinde complained under her breath. But Jean was not able to catch what she was saying because she was focused on walking down the steps.
They took their time getting down the stairs, and Jean thanked Adelinde, and insisted she didn’t need any further assistance.
“Good Morning, Master Jean.” Ernest greets.
“Good Morning to you too.”
She opens the door and steps out on the courtyard. And walks to where Diluc was, but he had sensed her meters away.
“Good Morning.” He said when she reached him. His sword no longer in his hands, but now floating behind him.
“Indeed, the morning is good.” She replied wrapping her arms around his waist. And she rested the side of her head on his shoulder.
“I’m sweaty…” He mumbles but she doesn’t budge.
After a while he said, “You must miss it…” She looks at him. “I-I took everything from you.” He whispered softly with hesitation.
And she pulled away from him with her hands on his shoulders, her brows furrowed. “Diluc…”
But he avoided her grey-blue eyes. Her face became stern and she pulled his chin to make him look at her. And there it was, the serious look of the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius or in her case—FormerActing Grand Master. The guilt weighing down on him and he found that he couldn’t look her in the eyes again.
“Diluc.” The sternness was gone, and her voice sounded hurt. His eyes flickered back at her, and his heart ache for causing her sadness.
“I’m sorry.” He apologizes and pulls her closer when she was about to pull away. And she tried to brush his hands away with weak hands as she averted his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again and leans his forehead against hers, giving her no choice but to look at him.
“I just…” He looks at her with pain in his red eyes. “If you weren’t pregnant—if you didn’t get involved with me, you would probably be the Grand Master by now…”
“Is that why you’ve been acting cold lately?” She inquires, placing her hands below his ears and he vaguely nodded.
“I took everything from you.” He says drawing her into an embrace. And she gently pushes him off of her. He looks at her both confused and hurt and she looks at him with gentle sternness and love.
“No, you did not.” She chuckles. “I married you.” And she saw the small pout on his lips.
“You didn’t get to become Grand Master because of me.” She playfully pushes him.
“I don’t know where this insecurity is coming from, but do you regret marrying me?” His eyes widened.
“No! Of course not!” An instant answer.
“And I do not too.” She leans onto his forehead. There was silence for a few minutes.
“It’s just that if you didn’t, then you could be Grand Master—wasn’t that your dream?” He finally said with a wavering voice.
“No.” She answered automatically in such a gentle tone. And he pulled his head away to look at her in wonder. “It isn’t. I thought it was. But I only became Acting Grand Master because the Grand Master was away. I took the responsibility because it was only me who was able to. It isn’t my dream.” She touches her belly.
“But this,” And she points to her and then him. “And this,” She places both her hands on her belly with a gentle gazed casted down. “Is something I really want for myself. I can finally just be me. I don’t have to worry about everyone else, I don’t have to put aside my desires because I worry about everyone’s safety. I just want to worry about our child’s now.” The sad look in Diluc’s eyes seem to lessen but Jean could tell that he still had his worries.
“It must be odd, I found it odd too. Not caring about every citizen of Mondstadt as I used to. But I finally get it when they said that having a child changes you. I still wish for everyone’s safety, but now I don’t have to work myself to death and overlook my health for everyone else’s. I can watch the grapes grow everyday and see our child grow. I can always pick up my sword after I give birth. I could still choose to fight too, and I know you won’t stop me. But I want to enjoy this moment of stillness for me. So, don’t feel like you stole everything from me, because in all honesty, you gave me everything.”
Her gentle eyes gaze at him with unhidden adoration. And he cups her cheek and he brushes his finger on her cheek and she savors the touch of a calloused hand.
“You know how-“ She struggled for the right word. “Difficult it is, to be born as a Gunnhildr, and how pressuring that was. A life without duty and responsibility was shocking at first, but now I realized what I was not able to experience because of the kind of life I lived. And for that I thank you, Diluc.”
And he nodded shyly at what she said, and she chuckled. She pulls him into a kiss, and he was startled for a moment.
“After I give birth, we have to spar.” She says as she pulled away and he laughed.
“Well, I think it will take some time for you to even beat me.” He says and playfully adds. “Not that you ever have.” She playfully rolls her eyes as she took a step away from him, a sly smile on her lips.
“Oh, ever the humble man you are.” And he laughs and takes a step closer to her.
“I do look forward on having my ass served though.” He pulls her into his chest again and she laughs.
“Then I have to train really hard to defeat the Darknight Hero.” And she hears him grunt as she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“You’re going to tell that to our children, won’t you?” He complains lightly and she laughs as she nods, her eyes closing. “Is your head aching?”
“Yeah, just a little bit.” And she felt herself being lifted off the ground. And she settles in his arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. When she hears his footsteps hit the stairs, she rubs her head against his neck.
“I’m glad I said yes when you told me to stay at the Winery.” Diluc pauses to open the door. “Imagine if I had stayed in Mondstadt as a Member of the Knights and worst—Acting or being the actual Grand Master. With all the stairs and stress, I’m afraid…” Her eyes were now open as she placed a hand on her stomach. He leans his head against hers.
“I think you would be able to handle it…” He mumbles absent-mindedly.
“No. I would not risk it.” And he stared at her and blinked, a soft smile.
“Of course.”
“I can walk now.” She attempts to stand but he does not let her.
“It’s okay, I can carry you.”
“No, I am fat and heavy.” She pouts playfully. Since she married, she slowly became playful and then eventually there was a playfulness that stuck to her.
“You’re not fat, your pregnant.” He chuckles and she nodded solemnly.
“Will you be leaving again?” She asks leaning into his shoulder again and he starts climbing the steps to the second floor carefully.
“I don’t know. I have left you here alone, long enough.” She pulled her head away from his shoulder and observed his face.
“Really? You’re staying?” She asks softly, afraid that she was hearing things. He had been away most of the time—and it clicked, with the conversation they just had outside.
“That’s why you kept leaving, you were picking up my workload too.” He paused hearing it, and for a moment his facial expression had the slightest hint of guilt. “I know how important protecting Mondstadt is for you, but being their protector twenty-four/ seven to make out for me not protecting it, is crazy!”
“I just—”
“No.” She twists her body as they arrived at the second floor. He conceded and put her down.
“Monstadt lost a good protector…” He says with a grim smile on his lips, and she places her hands on his shoulders.
“I’m not dead.” She deadpanned and he looks at her lovingly.
“I know, I’m sorry.” She shook her head and pulled away.
“Please, please take care of yourself.” She says walking away from him, her hands on her stomach. He stared at the figure walking away from him solemnly. He could tell she was upset and jogged to catch up to her.
“I’m sorry, I thought it was your dream. So, I wanted to keep it alive.” He says blocking her path.
“I could have died with all the workload I wanted to carry.” She looks at him grimly. “And the thing is, that would have been normal.” She sighs as she attempts to walk around him, but instead was captured by his arms.
“I’m staying.” He tells her, his red eyes sternly look at her grey-blue eyes.
“Alright.” She tries to push him away.
“Jean.” He hugs her tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” She continues to attempt and remove herself off of his embrace. And suddenly, his lips were against hers. And unconsciously knowing that there was no one else at the second floor, a soft moan escapes from Jean. Diluc pulls her closer while deepening his kiss, and she kisses back.
“You scoundrel.” She mumbles as his lips brush her neck.
“Let me make it up to you.” He whispers by her ear and then plants a kiss on her jaw and she moans. “I can’t believe I got to marry you.”
“You said the same thing right after the wedding.” She mumbles breathlessly.
“It is an interesting turn of events.” He says matter-of-factly as he pulls away to look at her.
“And to think we almost missed one another.” She says blinking her daze away.
“Hmm…” Diluc reaches out for her belly.
“So, you’re no longer going to be running around for the Knights or Guild?” She inquires as he rubs her belly.
“No, I will send out a letter and tell them I have decided to retire for now and be a family-man and focus on making wine.” She looks at him pointedly.
“Granted, if they really, really need me, my door is begrudgingly always open.” She chuckles. “And my first duty as a family-man is—” He pulls her shawl over her shoulder too tightly. “Insisting for you to wear more warmly if you walk outside, what if you catch a cold? No wearing your sleepwear outside is just too much.” He shakes his head and she rolls her eyes.
“I was a Knight, Well, I still am just not active. I can handle a little wind.” She started to walk to their bedroom door.
“Yes, but as a Pyro user, I can do you a better job on warming you up!” She paused to look at him.
“You. You have been with Kaeya way too much.” She shook her head and proceeded to continue her walk to her bedroom.
“I thought you would be happy to know we have gotten close as of the recent.” She opens the door. “Knowing that he will have a niece or nephew, he just can’t hate me.” She sternly looks at him.
“And you know with the misunderstanding cleared out. We are on better terms.”
“Since we married, even my relationship with Barbara has improved. Honestly, marrying you really gave me a new meaning to life.” She sits down on a chair by the window and beside a table.
“I will call someone to bring us breakfast then.” And she nods closing her eyes, the headache starting again but this time accompanied by nausea.
Jean Gunnhildr is the best Mondstadt girl and I really like her Sea Breeze Dandelion outfit ♥️ It’s very cold in November, so I decided to do a warm summer shoot this month! Hope you like it
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