[The knight's eyes are trained on this man like a hawk, reading his every movement, wondering what he'll say, what he'll try. The most he'll get out of Childe is his eyebrows both lifting. It's surprise, but only because he's surprised that he has the gall to even suggest such a thing to him. Kill the king. He saw that coming a mile away, and he only laughs with derision towards the man.
See how he cowers, he knows how dangerous Childe really is. Good. The knight will loom over the man, death in his eyes.]
Whoever sent you isn't concerned if you come back dead or alive, are they?
[He doesn't answer the question. Sure, it would be wonderful if Aether was the king and he didn't have to worry about losing his head. But to turn against the king and remove him himself to save his own skin, the man he'd pledged his loyalty to. Aether's own father. So bold, so incredulous.]
You're lucky I'm interested in more of what you have to say. But what if I say no at the end anyhow?
[A wicked grin on his face begins to spread, like a hungry animal about to strike his prey, satisfied with their catch. He's waiting for this answer, though he has a feeling blackmail is going to be the response.]
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See how he cowers, he knows how dangerous Childe really is. Good. The knight will loom over the man, death in his eyes.]
Whoever sent you isn't concerned if you come back dead or alive, are they?
[He doesn't answer the question. Sure, it would be wonderful if Aether was the king and he didn't have to worry about losing his head. But to turn against the king and remove him himself to save his own skin, the man he'd pledged his loyalty to. Aether's own father. So bold, so incredulous.]
You're lucky I'm interested in more of what you have to say. But what if I say no at the end anyhow?
[A wicked grin on his face begins to spread, like a hungry animal about to strike his prey, satisfied with their catch. He's waiting for this answer, though he has a feeling blackmail is going to be the response.]