[Childe's expression turns a little sour- he knew. He always knew that Aether, one day, would marry. A political marriage, no doubt, one that he's sure the prince wouldn't be happy in. That is the burden of being royal, and the knight hates it. Every time it's brought up, every time it crosses his mind, it's a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. But, doesn't Prince Aether's hand belong right where it is, in his?
He has to quickly erases that sour face as he's ushered inside, sitting down in a chair next to a small table and keeping as much blood on his hand and not on the floor or the chair as he can. He waits for Aether to come back to him, relaxing now that they had the luxury of privacy.]
Have you ever thought to turn down your budding bride-to-be?
[It's an argument he knows he's not going to win. He doesn't care.]
You don't seem terribly excited about the prospect.
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He has to quickly erases that sour face as he's ushered inside, sitting down in a chair next to a small table and keeping as much blood on his hand and not on the floor or the chair as he can. He waits for Aether to come back to him, relaxing now that they had the luxury of privacy.]
Have you ever thought to turn down your budding bride-to-be?
[It's an argument he knows he's not going to win. He doesn't care.]
You don't seem terribly excited about the prospect.