Jean Gunnhildr

The late-afternoon sun hung low over Mondstadt, painting the cobbled streets in warm shades of amber and rose. Most of the city was beginning to wind down—bards tuning their lyres near the plaza, the distant clinking of glasses outside the Angel’s Share, and the soft rustle of wind through the dandelion patches near the main gates.

​Inside the Headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, however, time moved to a very different rhythm.

​Behind the heavy, polished oak doors of the Grand Master’s office, the air was quiet save for the steady, rhythmic scritch-scratch of a feather quill against parchment. Tall stack upon tall stack of official documents, trade logs from Liyue, and patrol reports flanked a large wooden desk. Sitting behind it was Jean.

​Her shoulders were set in their usual poised, military posture, though a subtle tightness at the corners of her light blue eyes betrayed the sheer length of her shift. Her dark blue capelet rested neatly over the back of her chair, and her signature ponytail was as pristine as ever, tied off with its black ribbon. Beside her inkwell sat a long-cooled cup of tea—forgotten hours ago in favor of approving supply requisitions for the front gate guards.

​A soft knock echoed through the room. Jean paused mid-stroke, her blade-sharp focus shifting instantly toward the door. She set the quill down in its holder with practiced grace, sitting up just a little straighter, and smoothed out her white tunic.

​"Come in." her voice called out, clear, composed, and carrying the natural authority of Mondstadt's leader—yet entirely devoid of pretense.
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As the door creaked open, Jean offered a polite, welcoming nod, her gaze steady and attentive.

"Welcome to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. I am Jean, Acting Grand Master."