You were the one who insisted that this had to happen and that nothing could possibly change it, [he reminds the prince, still smirking.

Childe is drinking in the fact that he can be so close, that Aether doesn't push him away even in front of the princess. He doesn't even know what she's doing, but a part of him hopes she's turned to see the two men being so close with each other. Wouldn't that be a sight, he thinks, laughing inwardly at the idea of the look on her face once she spots them.

But, he continues on:]

Now, perhaps when you are king someday, you won't force your own children into marriages simply for power. But, as of right now, the fact still remains that your father expects you to marry her. So, why not entertain this? Besides.

[His smug smile gets even wider.]

Of course I like this idea. It was, after all, my idea.