it was her smile that initially drew him in , but it was her sugar - coated words that kept him . klara was her name . and just like its meaning , she did indeed shine bright . brighter than the sun itself . that was what mitya had believed , at least .

they met in a tavern . klara , bustling to meet each customer’s requirements and mitya , simply desiring a night to himself . when their eyes met , they both could have sworn they felt a spark . mitya made the first move .

“ such a busy night . if you’d like a break , i can sneak you out the back door ? ” though his state of being a bit tipsy did help him through that remark , the desire was true . however , despite her longing for serenity , she could not give in so quickly . a scoff and a toss of her hair was enough to quiet him , for the time being .

but after that night , mitya found himself more and more infatuated with her . platinum locks of hair made the snow itself jealous . eyes that mimicked the sky in the children’s storybooks . he was utterly captivated . the enchantress had made her first mark .

night after night , he would visit the tavern . eventually , he stopped going there for drinks , and made it obvious that he was only there to see her . however , she did not seem to mind . in fact , it was quite the opposite —— she found herself fascinated by him as well . and this was not something that easily happened to her .

time seemed to pass quicker when the two were together . for both of them , it felt like no time had passed whatsoever between their first meeting and their engagement . in truth , such an event actually ended up taking seven years . seven years , and mitya worked up the courage to finally ask her the question that was close on his mind . she accepted with as much ease and grace as he dreamed she would .

the ceremony was unforgettable , all eyes on the newlyweds , the entire time . they were so magical together .

but that flame dulled all too easily . the spark they once knew had withered , shriveled into nothing more than a flickering candle ; perhaps even less than that .

at one point , klara found herself with child and for a moment , all was well once more . however , precious moments such as that could never last . both klara and mitya knew better than dwell on them . still , they raised their son together , albeit unhappy . he was named after his father .

little mitya lived a happy life , at least for the first four years of it . from there , things began to twist and even go down slopes he was unaware of . his parents had slowly become detached from one another , only communicating when they needed something . for someone so young , this confused little mitya .

he attempted to question it one day , but both his mother and his father brushed his worries aside . they each told him the same thing: “ this doesn’t concern you . don’t worry so much . we’re okay . ”

because he was still young , he obliged and did not ask again . however , things only seemed to get worse over the years .

klara’s mindset was unhinged . she often would be heard screaming at her husband over mistakes that could easily be fixed . at this point , little mitya was eight and he was still confused over everything . but , adding to that confusion , he was terrified of his own mother . what if she said those things to him when he asked what was wrong ? was he at fault ?

and when two years passed , the couple announced to him that he would be getting a new brother soon . while he was ecstatic over the thought of a sibling , those worries came rushing back as well . he did not want his brother to live through the same pain and suffering that he did . as such , he would do everything in his power to keep the younger one from being too exposed .

several months had passed , and the day had come . young mitya was ordered to stay at home and tend to the garden until his parents returned .

as for the two of them , klara and mitya did not speak . not once did they even look at one another , the entire time . they simply let it happen , got things overwith , and their second child was in klara’s arms before she knew it . however , something was different this time .

mitya had taken one look at the child’s face , and was reminded of klara . he had the same eyes , at least in color . they appeared less snake - like , however . they were softer , but he still looked like her . mitya could not bear to see her face anymore , not even through his own flesh and blood .

so he fled . snezhnaya had been his home for too long anyway . he settled in mondstadt , and worked for the knights for several years before leaving once more . the second time , he didn’t know where he would end up , or if he would even stop running at all .

in everything he looked at , her face was there . all he wanted to do was forget .

klara gave her child the name anton , which meant invaluable . to klara , this did not mean that he was beyond value . it actually the meant the opposite . he had none . she brought him back home , without her husband at her side and without wanting to explain what happened .

to the young mitya , his father had simply disappeared . as such , he grew to despise both of his parents for different reasons . still , he was there for anton as often as he possibly could be , but it quickly became too much for him to handle . he left the nation as well , at nineteen years old .