[ this place is much more than just a prison, and Wriothesley had felt it when he stepped foot onto the snowy paths: the mountain was like a grave, a ghost spire towering over Mondstadt. it was no surprise that the promise that this place held was death, as long as the ribs of a dragon broke through the ice like fingertips reaching toward the sky. there was death there. perhaps it was because the snow told a story to those with a Cryo Vision, or because Wriothesley had so intimately been involved with it during his lifetime.

there was something else here too that he caught the scent of, something worth investigating. ]

Going up against that many people, and one with a Vision ... Ah, death is something that crossed his mind. Then, there was the signal, so it couldn't have been purely succession.

[ his fingers loosen when Aether decides to tuck his hands in his palm, and close slightly around his for warmth. ]

That brother of his – Ingbert – he was the noble, wasn't he? He probably wasn't all that innocent, either.

[ Wriothesley tilts his head. ]

He must have wanted him dead enough to risk his own life, so it had to be worth it. Revenge, maybe. Or he wanted to destroy the family. I've seen a few of those.