Word of their victory reached every corner of Teyvat. Envoys arrived from Liyue—Ningguang with jade gifts, praising their “audacious balance of fate.” Inazuma’s Yae Miko sent a sly letter: “Defying eternity? Impressive. Expect a shrine in your honor.” Even Sumeru’s Nahida dispatched a Dendro-infused flower, blooming eternally as a symbol of new growth. But in Mondstadt, the focus turned to celebration—a wedding, the biggest Teyvat had seen.

  Jean took charge of planning, her efficiency, a whirlwind. “Grand Master, Lady Nicole—we’ll host it at Windrise. Invites to all nations. Even the Archons themselves might attend.” She teased playfully. Mika mapped guest lists, Razor hunted fresh game for the feast. Alice, ever the meddler, insisted on Hexenzirkel flair: “Floating lanterns from the Irminsul! Seelie guides for lost guests!”

  Varka and Nicole wandered the city markets, hand in hand, picking trinkets. He held up a cecilia necklace. “For you—reminds me of our first real talk under the tree.”

  Sentimental, are we? she teased mentally, but accepted it with a kiss. Though, with our history, perhaps a claymore pendant instead?

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  He laughed. “Only if you wear it while sculpting those cryptic statues of yours.”

  Their planning sessions turned intimate. One afternoon in a vineyard near Dawn Winery, Diluc lent them a private cellar. Amidst barrels of aging wine, Varka pulled her onto his lap. “This wedding—it’s not just show. It’s us, against the odds.”

  Against Celestia itself. Bold choice for a venue—Windrise, where Vanessa defied tyranny. Her hands traced his scars. But what of after? Children… our union challenges Heavenly Principles. What if they inherit… repercussions? Curses lingering, or divine scrutiny?

  Varka paused, his playful demeanor softening. “Kids? Archons, Nicole—I hadn’t thought that far. But yeah… our love rewrote laws, but the gods watch. If we have them, they’ll be strong—like Razor, wild and free. We’ll protect them. But we’re not rushing. Let’s enjoy this first.”

  Wise words from the man who charges hilichurls for fun. She kissed him, the moment heating—lips parting, hands exploring under clothes, burning tension in the dim light. They made love slowly, romantic whispers echoing off stone walls, bodies uniting in tender passion.

  Guests confirmed: Pyro Archon Mavuika from Natlan with warriors, Zhongli sharing Liyue teas, even a cryptic note from the Tsaritsa— “Intriguing defiance.” The wedding loomed grand, a testament to their hard-earned peace.