@everwinters asked: ❛ will you defend yourself? ❜ she is perched upon her lofty throne, in the heart of the Zapolyarny Palace, frigid as the winter that blankets her lands. ❛ from me, i mean. ❜
he bears teeth in boyish smile, rising to the words like a challenge but still displays nothing short of the utmost reverence, knee unmoving from where it is planted against the glassy floor of Her palace. few are granted private audience with the tsaritsa and tartaglia knows it is the highest honor to count himself among her ranks. he’d like to believe it more than wishful thinking that he could pose any suitable challenge, but the next time she steps down from her throne will be to a new world order, bloody path carved by her most devout followers because she has a vision unlike any other that ajax like countless others would readily give themselves body and soul to.
the question is laughable, almost. his name is hers and he remains unwavering in service even as she makes an enemy of every nation in teyvat. “there is no defending against Your Majesty,” he does not say in flattery but a statement of indisputable fact, then raises his head to look at her like the personification of salvation. "i would do so only if you asked it of me.”
