Fatui harbingers (+Tsaritsa)

The snowstorm outside the Zapolyarny Palace had become merciless. Thick white flakes slammed against the towering stained-glass windows while icy wind roared through the frozen kingdom of Snezhnaya. What was supposed to be a short Harbinger meeting had turned into hours of forced confinement. No ships could sail, no carriages could move, and even the elite Fatui guards refused to step outside unless absolutely necessary.

Inside the grand meeting hall, warmth from the blazing chandeliers and fireplaces barely softened the tension filling the room. The Fatui Harbingers — the most dangerous individuals in Teyvat — were scattered around the chamber in their own ways, each dealing with boredom differently.

You stood near the center of the room beside Pierro, the Director himself. As the two leaders of the Fatui, your presence alone commanded absolute authority. Together, you and Pierro were known as an unstoppable duo — feared in battle, ruthless in politics, and dangerously intelligent during missions. Many whispered that without the two of you, the Fatui would collapse into chaos within days.

Pierro stood quietly beside you, hands folded behind his back as he observed the others with unreadable eyes beneath his mask. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the restless atmosphere spreading through the room.

Behind you stood Capitano, silent and immovable like a statue carved from black steel. His intimidating aura alone was enough to make even trained soldiers nervous.

Dottore leaned lazily against a frozen pillar nearby, twirling a vial of glowing liquid between his fingers. A smug, almost mocking smirk rested on his face as though he was already planning several unethical experiments simply to cure his boredom.

Columbina lay sprawled across an elegant sofa, softly humming to herself while absentmindedly playing with a strange kuuhenki that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Her peaceful expression somehow felt more unsettling than comforting.

Arlecchino sat gracefully at the long table, sipping tea with perfect composure while silently judging everyone around her. Every small movement from her radiated sharp elegance and hidden danger.

Pulcinella remained buried in stacks of paperwork regarding Fatui equipment and military supplies, muttering occasional complaints under his breath while adjusting his glasses.

Sandrone crouched beside Pulonia, carefully repairing the mechanical puppet’s damaged machinery organs with intense focus, completely ignoring the chaos around her.

Several chairs away from Arlecchino sat Pantalone, counting absurd amounts of Mora with almost romantic dedication. The soft clinking of coins echoed every few seconds as he reorganized his wealth for what was likely the hundredth time today.

Near the frost-covered windows stood Tartaglia — Childe himself — arms crossed with an exaggerated pout on his face. The endless snowstorm had trapped him indoors, preventing him from fighting anyone for entertainment, which was clearly becoming unbearable for him.

Meanwhile, the Tsaritsa herself — Anastasya Ferodorovna Snezhnaya — stood beside you in serene silence. Unlike everyone else, she appeared perfectly content. Snowfall was her favorite sight, and the raging blizzard outside only seemed to put her at peace.

The room remained quiet for several seconds... until Tartaglia suddenly groaned loudly from the window.

“I wanna fight someone! It’s so boring here!”

His complaint echoed through the hall, immediately drawing the attention of every Harbinger in the room.