crown [C. TARTAGLIA]

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art by Zxuan_I on Twitter

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you watched as childe slept in his king sized bed, his eyes shut closed while breathing lightly. you sat at the corner of his bed as you held his hand, frowning at the current state he was in.

moments after he returned to the palace with you still in his arms he couldn't help but to feel all his energy draining and accidentally collapsed to the ground with you. luckily by this time, you could now move quite a bit so you now took his arm and escorted him to the clinic where barbara treated his wound.

he fell asleep soon after, some servants took him back to his room to let him rest. while all this happened, you couldn't help but to feel responsible for all of it.

"hey." childe suddenly calls out seeing that you were spacing out again. "how are you feeling?"

"i should be asking you that, don't i?" you showed him a small smile as you squeezed his hand.

"i'm better, now that you're here." he sighs. "what are you thinking about?"

"i..." you paused, looking away from him. "i'm–"

"i've told you already [Y/N], you have no need to apologize." childe frowns.

"but as your guard, it is my duty to protect you. i failed to do that." you bit your lip. "if i hadn't been so careless then i would've gotten you out of there unwounded."

"but it was thanks to you that i even got out of there in the first place." he places his hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbones.

"it's just... why didn't you tell me about the mission? i would've went with you."

"that's..." he stops, realizing that his reason might anger you. he couldn't just say he might've found a lead to the murderer you were looking for, he knew you'd act right away and he didn't want that to happen.

"i wanted you to have a day off, so i went on my own." he lied.

"idiot." you chuckled, burying your cheeks on his hand. "thank you though, for saving me."

"then we're even, right?" he smiles. "hey, come here." he pats the space next to his bed.

"what? but–"

"you should rest as well." he pulls your arm downward, making you lay down on his bed. now that you were beside him, he wasted no time in wrapping his arm around you. "now i feel so much better."

"what would you do without me?" you teased as you hug him back, being careful not to touch his wound.

"i'm glad you're here, [Y/N]." he mumbles as he rests his chin on top of your head. "you're the only one i'll ever need."

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"valentina." andrey calls out to the princess still wearing the red rope. he saw her walking down the hallway, but limping as she did so.

the woman stiffens hearing the sound of her brother's name, "yes?" she asked but didn't turn to look at him.

"are you alright?" he began to walk towards her.

valentina hears her brother approaching, so she quickly made up an excuse to run away. "dear brother, pardon me but i really have to–"

"hey." she feels his hand on her shoulder. "what are you hiding?"

"i'm not hiding anything."