𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔|| 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

Tartaglia's arrival at the fortress had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions. Y/n watched him closely, sensing the danger that he posed. His flirty demeanor and seemingly innocent facade belied a deadly cunning that sent a chill down her spine.

Wriothesley, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by Tartaglia. He was drawn to the Harbinger's charm and charisma, despite knowing the danger he posed. Y/n could sense the tension between them, a rivalry brewing beneath the surface.

As days passed, Tartaglia's presence began to disrupt the harmony that Y/n and Wriothesley had developed. His influence spread like wildfire, causing unrest among the other prisoners and guards. Y/n knew that she had to tread carefully, for Tartaglia's words had a way of turning friend against friend.

One evening, as Y/n was on patrol, she came across a group of prisoners engaged in a heated argument. She quickly intervened, using her skills to defuse the situation. But Tartaglia was watching from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He approached Y/n, a smirk playing on his lips. He commended her for her quick thinking but taunted her, questioning her loyalty to Wriothesley. Y/n remained steadfast, refusing to be swayed by Tartaglia's words.

However, the incident had planted a seed of doubt in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that Tartaglia was up to something, and she knew that she had to stay vigilant if she wanted to protect herself and those she cared about.

As tensions continued to rise, Y/n found herself caught in the middle of a dangerous game. With Tartaglia's influence growing stronger by the day, she knew that she would have to make some difficult choices if she wanted to survive in this treacherous world. 

𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

That night, as Y/n drifted off to sleep, she found herself in a strange but familiar place. She was back in Natlan, surrounded by the sounds of battle and the cries of the wounded. She looked down and saw that she was once again clad in armor, her sword at her side.

Y/n knew that this was a dream, a memory from her past that haunted her still. She walked through the battlefield, the memories flooding back to her. She remembered the fear, the pain, the loss. But she also remembered the strength, the courage, the determination to survive.

As she moved through the battlefield, she came across a figure lying on the ground. It was a young boy, no more than a teenager, his face bloodied and bruised. Y/n knelt beside him, recognizing him as a younger version of herself.

The boy looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and pain. He begged for mercy, for someone to save him from the horrors of war. Y/n felt a surge of compassion, reaching out to comfort him.

But as she touched the boy, he transformed before her eyes. He grew taller, his features sharpening into those of a man. It was Childe, the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, the man who now stood as a threat to her newfound peace.

Y/n recoiled in horror, realizing the truth of the dream. Childe was not just a stranger to her; he was a reminder of the past she had tried so hard to leave behind. He was a symbol of the pain and suffering she had endured, a living embodiment of the chaos that had once consumed her life.

As Y/n woke from the dream, she was filled with a newfound resolve. She knew that she could not let Childe disrupt her life again. She had fought too hard for the peace she had found in Fontaine, and she would not let it be taken from her.