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"so, where you headed to this time?"

"going to meet a duke who happened to be visiting nearby." childe replies to your question. "her majesty's orders."

"such an obedient little puppy." you teased.

"shut up, guard."

you and childe were escorted to a carriage just outside the palace where it is said that you would be going to some nobleman's mansion for a meeting of some sort. childe was obviously not happy with the idea of you tagging along considering the sour expression he had at such an early morning.

"hey, what's up with that kaeya guy?" you asked the prince who sat adjacent to you.

he was looking out the window with his chin resting on the palm of his hand, "so you met that prick?"

"looks like you two have something in common then."

before he replies he glares at you, "he's my sister's personal guard, just like you are to me. why the sudden question?"

"nothing. he looks like my type, that's all." you lie.

"excuse me?" he scowled. "relationships like that are strictly–"

"relax, i was kidding." you chuckled. "jealous much?"

"don't go near him." he warns you.

"why?"

"i don't trust the guy."

childe seems to be serious this time around. you didn't pry anymore and had just nod at his statement, "alright, as you wish your highness."

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"prince tartaglia! it's a pleasure to see you again." a man with blonde hair called tsarevich greets childe with a smile on his face. "please, have a seat!"

you stood behind childe while he sat down in front of the duke, "it's nice to see you again sir tsarevich." childe greets, displaying a smile that could fool anyone.

"to what do i owe the pleasure this time around?"

"as you know, you are one of the queen's trusted connections in the land of snezhnaya. she sent me here personally to give you her thanks over the past couple of years." childe placed a small box on top of the table. "a gift from the queen herself."

"my, i am very honored!" he opens the box and inside were elegant looking chocolate truffles of different kind. "you know just how to please me, my prince."

"glad you like it." he laughs. "please, help yourself."

the man took one of the sweets and placed it in his mouth, "this tastes wonderful!"

while they were conversing with each other, you hear shuffling noises from outside the room. you had stood your guard, sharpening your ears to check anything suspicious.

"so, who is this young woman behind you?" the man asked.

"she is my personal guard."

"how surprising, you always came to our meetings alone so i was shocked to see you bringing somebody else with you." he laughs. "how... disappointing."

as if on cue, the door bursts open revealing men in black suits with guns on their hand.

"shit." you cursed before kicking one of their weapons away and bringing your own sword out. "your highness, take cover!"

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