The King’s Savior

by azureqingge

Summary:

“...”

“Someone like you… if you become king, maybe peace will finally be at reach.”

Notes:

Wrote this with a compressed time allotment, sorry for the mistakes and missing details (I omitted some because it'd be too long). My smut-writing skills are non-existent, sorry again. Some characters are OOC, but I hope you all enjoy reading ♡ lemme know what you think by leaving a comment~

 

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Chapter 1

As the only prince of his kingdom, Zhongli longed to protect the peace that his family upheld for years. All the surrounding kingdoms also have good relations with them… supposedly.

 

Bumpy roads didn't help Childe from nodding sleepily every now and then in the carriage. Earlier, he spent his morning ranting to Aether, his most trusted subordinate, about his opposition to the court's plans. Despite his protests, all it took was a nod from the queen to silence him.

Worse, he was the one assigned to do the job. Refusing the mission specifically ordered by the queen was pretty much asking for permanent house arrest. Thus, instead of retaliating at the officials who knew such an important mission would obviously be given to him (who never once failed before), he could only prepare for the upcoming week while muttering curses and accusations about how these people did it on purpose in an attempt to spite him. Now, it was taking a toll on him and eventually he fell asleep on the way to enemy territory, south of them.

Upon arriving, he held onto Aether's awkward attempt at cheering him up, but it wasn’t enough to get rid of his disgust with even the most trivial matters… like how his hair had to be slicked back he almost felt like puking. 

Receiving this type of mission was a far cry from his main role in their military force. But since the queen herself put him in this position, it meant assigning someone else would only lead to failure. Just treat it as a compliment —he repeated Aether’s words in his head like a mantra for the last few days.

He received a warm welcome in the castle, presenting expensive rolls of fine cloths and wares for most of the day. Playing every bit the part of a wealthy merchant, he took a stroll in the castle grounds and finally found the training grounds.

 

“You did well,” Zhongli offered his hand, hoisting a knight from the ground back to his feet.

“Still nowhere near landing a blow on you though, Your Highness,” the young man stands.

As Zhongli oversees the training grounds, participating in matches every now and then, he suddenly hears a loud splash behind, not far from him.

When he turned around, two young squires approached in his direction, chatting as they went despite the loud noise that obviously needed attention. “Wait, stop,” he ordered immediately. Seeing how the young men’s faces turned pale, Zhongli didn’t need to ask questions. As the squires made way for him, he saw a rather young man dressed in foreign clothes, covered in mud.

His expression was pitiful, reminding Zhongli of a puppy that got kicked by some street kids way back in his childhood. As he made his way to him, the man tried to get up but his foot slipped. He was about to plunge into the muddy water for the second time, if not for Zhongli sprinting towards him and catching him by the arms. 

“Are you alright?” Zhongli rakes his eyes over him in quick assessment.

“I’m alright, sir. Thank you, but you’ll get your clothes dirty!”

Zhongli beckons the two squires to come over. As they approach, “It’s fine. More importantly… you two, I trust both of you are aware of the consequences?”

“ Yes… sir…” they both answered.

Zhongli sighs, “I’ll take him back, first.”

After Zhongli leaves the foreigner in his own tent, he returns to the two squires. Since his men adore and regard him with utmost respect, a look was enough for them to spill the details. Hearing their reasons leaves Zhongli pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I know the relationship between our kingdom and his is not the best but it has been years since they last attempted to conquer ours. There are also somewhat… diplomatic relations.” Zhongli pats their heads soothingly.

One of them looks around before saying in an urgent voice, “Your Highness, forgive us for acting rashly but I really have a bad feeling about this. What if he really was a spy? That kingdom can’t be trusted!”

Zhongli smiles weakly, “I understand both of you are worried about everyone’s safety. A little caution would not hurt, but bullying is a different story.”

Half of Zhongli found the possibility of a man, who can’t even maintain his footing, as a spy difficult to believe, but half of him inexplicably left room for doubts, even with the absence of red flags.

“Ughh…”

“Besides, their last attempt 19 years ago was a complete failure. If they were to attempt another invasion, do you think they would consider our kingdom first? In my opinion, they would expand their power first using the surrounding nations before ours,” Zhongli explains. “And even if they did become reckless again and tried ours, do you both think they would stand a chance?”

“We… understand, Your Highness. Forgive us.”

Zhongli chuckles, “If you truly are sorry, make sure this never happens again. But I commend you both for thinking of everyone’s safety. Thank you.”

 

Childe quickly finishes changing out of his damp, muddy clothes just in time when Zhongli returns to the tent. The abundant scars all over his body are simply not something one would find on a merchant and anyone who sees, perceptive or not, would inevitably ask questions.

He could come up with a story, one that might seem plausible enough but avoiding questions is generally safer than making up lies on the spot.

Zhongli’s glowing amber eyes glance at him and Childe thinks, People here sure are beautiful. Though this one is especially pretty.

“I apologize for my men’s actions towards you. Most of them are well-behaved, but I must admit that it is inevitable for some, especially the younger ones, to be hostile to people from your kingdom. And for that, I apologize once again,” he bows.

Childe waves his hands, “Don’t worry! I wasn’t really hurt or anything!”

In the back of Childe’s mind, he was rather grateful for those brats, because he found what seemed like a high-ranking commander. Eliminating this commander’s suspicion of him would certainly give him license to roam free even if others would not approve.

“That is a relief. Also, may I ask why you were wandering around the barracks? Were you lost?” Zhongli asks, tone gentle.

Alarms were blaring inside Childe’s mind. Zhongli’s expression had no trace of suspicion, only genuine concern yet Childe’s gut told him he was currently on trial. Mutual mistrust unspoken and unconfirmed, their thoughts lingered on their respective agendas in a span of a millisecond.

One looked for solid ground, carefully steering clear of landmines while the other was simply looking to dispel his doubts towards the foreigner.

Even his formal way of speaking is like a sore thumb among his men… Is he a general?

“Frankly and embarrassingly so, I did. I was taking a stroll and I happened to see you guys training and I was in awe. I thought it was okay to wander around because people just passed by me until I stumbled upon those two…”

“I see. It is not forbidden to explore the castle grounds but I must inform you to steer clear of the barracks to avoid that kind of incident again.”

Your next mistake will not be overlooked— Childe translated. Zhongli may be too good at hiding it but judging by his words, he most likely shared the same perspective as those two, or at least a part of it.

“I understand. Forgive me for introducing myself late. I am Ivanovich, a merchant from Snezhnaya,” he bows.

“My name is Zhongli. You can call for me should you encounter any difficulties during your stay.”

He wasn’t including what his title was? Childe didn’t know if Zhongli was being humble or wary of him but a title wouldn’t make much of a difference… 

Unless he’s a—

“Well, Sir Zhongli, since I can’t come here, won’t you come to the castle? In case you might be interested in the wares I sell.”

Childe inwardly grins, seeing how Zhongli’s brows rose in curiosity. “I will make sure to grant you an audience should time allow.”

“Of course!” Childe says, “To save you some time, I’ll start with—” then, he begins explaining in detail about the various things he was selling to the nobility.

This time, Zhongli was completely immersed, occasionally nodding his head and asking questions. “... mm.”

Childe’s countless sleepless nights from training and cramming his head with knowledge from an actual hired merchant paid off. He really looked like an expert for the most part… but should anyone ask about the more complex parts, his cover would be blown if he wasn’t careful.

Well, I can just say I’m still young and I lack experience, something like that…

“Most of my patrons are the daughters of nobles. Tea sets are really popular among young women. But perhaps you might be interested as well? I know a good set that might match your tastes.”

Zhongli flashes a smile, forcing Childe to swallow inconspicuously from surprise, “Thank you for the offer, but I must decline for now.”

“I will be here for a week, so if you’re in the mood, come visit me,” Childe smiles, clapping once before glancing at the entrance of the tent. “Sorry, I think I should go. It’s late and my son might be whining by now, hahaha—”

Zhongli blinks, “You… have a son? You seem so young.”

“Yeah, he’s in my room in the castle. It may not look like it but I’m in my early 20s. My wife passed so I went traveling around as a merchant with my son.”

“I see. I’m sorry for your loss.”

Childe almost felt bad for lying about this sad background story. “Oh no, it was a long time ago. We were both so young and reckless. She died from childbirth, it was a miracle our son was alive.”

After a few more minutes of talking, Childe finally returned to the palace. He met several other noblewomen, but things went smoothly. When midnight fell, he changed into clothes that blended into the night, also hiding his ginger hair before slipping out of his room to patrol the castle.

He wasn’t allowed to rest. One week was all he had and failure means a life without freedom. This was a critical mission, after all. If he returned empty-handed, he would be branded as a stain on the family name, which meant nothing to him but… he certainly won’t be able to protect anyone behind walls. 

 

It has been days since then. Childe already mapped out most of the inner workings of the castle, as well as the nearby surrounding areas.

I just hope the idiots in town don’t mess up. If one of them gets caught, it’s all over. It wasn't easy finding every possible escape route here. If all this goes to waste, I'll cut them down myself.

With barely enough sleep, Childe takes a deep breath, sneaking into the training grounds undetected. He also abandoned the idea of bribing the castle maids and servants. Although they weren’t as sharp as the soldiers, the way they spoke told Childe betrayal wasn’t possible.

Keeping count of the population of each barracks, he catches sight of people gathering around a campfire, laughing and chatting. Surrounded by knights, Zhongli sat at the center, using a rod to poke at the fire with a smile on his lips.

Seeking refuge behind a tent that was blocked from the light of the fire, he crouches closer. For the average person, the sounds should have been faint and barely audible, but they came off as whispers, most of the words clear.

A timid one beside Zhongli tapped him on the shoulder, causing the latter to turn to him. This time, the sound didn’t reach his ears, but the next words that came out of Zhongli’s mouth sent his heart hammering wildly in his chest.

“To be honest, I hope the day I become king never comes… because that would mean my parents will not be around anymore,” Zhongli says, his brows forming a deep crease between them.

He’s… the prince? Childe knew he was different, but he hadn’t expected his offhand guess to be true! Moreover, he was rather impressed with this guy. In his kingdom, usually relatives would try to kill their parents or each other to take the shortest route to power. Childe could kill anyone, but finds the idea of hurting his own family repulsive… even if it’s his own mother, who was willing to punish him for the rest of his life should he fail the mission he was given.

Is it because… this is just the kind of people they are?

“But that day is inevitable, Your Highness!”

“Shh—keep it down!

A low chuckle followed. Zhongli smiles warmly at his men, as if they were his own children, “You are right. But I hope it will be a long time from now. When I become king, I want to be one who would bring never-ending peace in our country. I want to see the day where the common folk no longer have to suffer because of wars. This may be unrealistic, nevertheless, I want to make people realize that our differences should not hinder us from trying to understand one another and reaching a common ground… even between enemies.”

Zhongli’s words brought memories of an innocent conversation Childe had once with his younger siblings. It was that time they were conquering a small kingdom north of them.

“Brother, do you really have to go? Please, don’t go.” Childe finds himself trapped between the door and tear-stricken faces of his siblings.

“I’m really sorry, but big brother will be back soon. Pinky promise, okay?”

Teucer was behind Anthon and Tonia. Despite begging for Childe to stay, he stayed back an arm’s length from the two who were clinging to Childe’s leg. And the next thing he said left Childe dumbfounded, “Brother, do we really have to fight?”

Childe’s hands that were momentarily patting their heads, pause, “Where did you hear that?”

“I heard from the other kids that you have to go to war, in the front lines. I don’t know what that means but… they say you have to kill… people…”

“...” Dammit, after I tried so hard to hide it from them, Childe thought.

“Eh? What is ‘kill’?” the younger ones ask, tilting their heads in confusion.

“It’s nothing, Anthon, Tonia. I’m just… fending off bad people from hurting any of you.”

Teucer pressed, “Brother, when you become king, let’s not fight anymore, okay? I hate fighting. Let’s just be friends with them!”

His upbringing led him to believe that such thoughts were just wishful thinking and best remained in a childe’s dreams until he grew old enough to leave them behind—yet this man, who was obviously around his age or even older, reiterated his little brother’s words, although in a more refined way, with such conviction and sincerity. 

His tone suggesting he was certain and confident that he’d be able to pull it off while leaving room for unfortunate possibilities, despite being aware that it sounded unrealistic, almost made Childe drop his dagger, walk over to him and surrender on his knees.

But Childe grits his teeth and closes his eyes for a second, in an attempt to drive away the memory too painful to remember. Encountering an enemy means death to him or one of them, if not for some unique circumstances. But Childe also regards those deserving with honour and respect. And this man, even without being aware, was one of them.

The queen and nobles were smart enough to change the way they handle matters. Direct confrontation would never bring them victory because Liyue’s defense was as solid as a rock. But this will. Even Liyue would never suspect them to be capable of such a thing to an extent because of their reckless and uncoordinated ways in the past.

It was almost cheating. He would accept going to war with Liyue, but not like this.

He takes one last glance at Zhongli. It’s just not… fair… Then, he quietly slips out, unconsciously leaving a whisper of apology his fellow prince will not even hear.

 

It happened so quickly. Zhongli’s face was barely recognizable from the soot and dirt. It was the dead of night, but everything was alight in flames.

“No… please, no…” Zhongli ran from one house to another, pulling people out from the rubbles and shouting at anyone he saw to evacuate the others, all the while praying his parents who rushed into battle to be safe.

“Your Highness!” a shout forced him to whip his head around, one of his most trusted among the junior knights running towards him, eyes welling with tears and a streak of blood, which wasn’t his own, lining his forehead.

“... Chongyun?” his heart skipped a beat. He was the one who ordered Chongyun to bring the noble families with him and escape to one of the few secret passageways of the castle… but instead, the young knight was here… with only one little girl behind him.

Chongyun wiped his tears with the back of his arm, saying in between sobs, “I couldn’t save all of them! There were too many and I wasn’t—hic—strong enough!”

A dizzying dread came over him. How did… the enemy know? But there was no time to think so he grabbed Chongyun’s shoulders, “You did well, alright? The most important thing is you made it out alive,” then he glances at the girl hiding behind Chongyun, “Listen to me. Take her with you and no matter what happens, do not try to escape, just hide. Until this settles down, you are not to come out. Do you understand?”

“What about you?” Chongyun sobs harder, “I can’t leave you here, Your Highness!”

Zhongli gripped him harder, his voice more urgent, “Chongyun, that’s an order. If you die here, or if she does, I will never forgive you.”

Chongyun reluctantly nods, before grabbing the little girl’s wrist and disappearing in the smoke. Zhongli then ran in the opposite direction, farther from the castle.

 

Leaning on the side of his bed on the floor, Childe makes no move to open the door despite the relentless knocking. “What?”

When he finally receives a reply, Aether comes in, his face void of emotion, voice flat, “Usually you'd be the first running amok at the front lines. Why are you still here?”

Childe chuckles at the thought of Aether and his twin being the only ones who could speak to him like this. Earlier, in the middle of the night, Childe sent the signal to the nearby platoons in hiding, then slit the throats of all the sentries and guards. His few accomplices in charge of the outer areas killed all the scouts, just before the main army became visible in the horizon. All of the gates were opened. By the time some of the Liyuens noticed something was wrong, a siege already befell the kingdom.

“I did my job. I'm exhausted. Liyue lost. There's no need for me to be there,” Childe replies, coldly.

Aether stifles a scoff. It was almost the afternoon. “The castle might be overtaken by now, and the prisoners will arrive soon.”

As the door creaks open again, Childe suddenly says, “Aether, stop.”

“What?”

Childe breathes in sharply, “Listen, I need you to do something for me.”

An annoyed sigh escapes Aether but he sits on the floor with Childe, carefully listening to him. Each word caused his eyes to widen a fraction, until he interrupted, “Wait, wait, Your Highness! Do you know what you’re talking about?” he asks, urgently, “You don’t even know if he’s alive!”

Childe’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “And if he is?”

Aether blinks, intimidated for a second before he grabs Childe by the collar, “Think! What if the queen and the aristocrats find out?! You withholding important information is already a crime and now you want to do something as dangerous as this?! I’m saying this not as your retainer, but as your friend! What will happen to you? To Teucer, Anthon, Tonia?!”

Looking straight at Aether, Childe puts a hand on his, “If they find out, it means you chose to betray me. Besides, I gave them the castle plans, everything they needed for victory. Do I really have to tell them every little thing?”

“This isn’t just some ‘little thing’! You hid the fact that you found out what the king and queen looked like. Even the prince! Worse, you knew where the prince stayed but you let him go! If they live, a rebellion might start! What then?! What if our kingdom falls?!”

“Do you think this kingdom deserves to thrive? You know it yourself, until the rulers are replaced, it doesn’t… I’m not looking to destroy it. I just… don't think he deserves to die like this.”

“Arrghh…” Aether releases him, “Alright, fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you! We should get your siblings out of here first. And Lumine… she really will give you a beating.”

“Not yet. They might suspect us. I’ll leave everyone to you and Lumine. If an assassination attempt happens again, get them out of here.”

A loud smack of a palm against a forehead. Aether definitely wasn’t happy about it, “Your Highness, you do know Lumine and I always have to deal with the hard part while you go off and have fun on your own?” he smiles, rather eerily.

Childe flinches, “Uh… well, look. I wouldn’t choose you two if you both weren’t capable.”

Aether crosses his arms, “...”

“Please, you’re the only one I can count on.”

“Ahhh, fine. Get out there and do your thing. I'll enlist Lumine.”

“Thanks.”

 

In the end, Chongyun hid the child in one of the abandoned houses that weren’t totally burnt down. If he had to disobey an order, he’d do so to save his prince and his fellow knights. He couldn’t just sit still while everyone was either being slaughtered or captured.

“Chongyun!” a sharp voice disrupted his thoughts. Just in time, he turns, “Run!”

A man at least thrice his size was charging towards him, blade drawn high. Parrying it was impossible, Chongyun’s head was ringing. He just got promoted to a knight and had never been in a battle. Was he going to die just like this?

Clang! Another blade intercepted the one that threatened to cut his head off. Though covered in blood and soot, the back of the man who saved him was so distinct he recognized him right away.

Xiao, one of his senior knights, landed a kick on the enemy’s stomach, sending him to the dirt. “I told you to run!” he shouts in frustration, as he quickly plunges his sword into the enemy’s skull.

It was the first time they ever spoke. Xiao, who only ever talked to Zhongli and ignored the rest of them, called him and saved him.

“... sir Xiao…”

Xiao quickly scans the surroundings, “Stand.”

It was only then that Chongyun realized he was slumped on the floor, though he didn’t know when. “...”

Impatient, Xiao picks him up by the arms, “I will protect you. I promise. So, just stay close to me and think of only defending yourself.”

“Over here!” a rough voice cuts through the air, and suddenly they find themselves surrounded. Xiao quickly pushes Chongyun behind him, drawing his blade again. 

“Oho, children?”

“Nah, looks like they’re squires. Look at that sword.”

“They look fun, let’s bring them back to camp, yeah?”

“Another step and you’re dead!” Xiao warns, trying not to let a sliver of his exhaustion show in his voice. They were both still in their sleeping clothes and he was battered and bruised. Getting out alive would be a miracle. If he could at least help Chongyun escape…

A round of laughter was all their warning before the men closed in on them. Xiao managed to kill two or three before their numbers overwhelmed him and his face hit the floor.

“Man, they’ve got some fight in them!”

Chongyun launched himself at one of the thugs holding Xiao. Panic starts to take over the older boy, who was already viciously trying to wriggle free, “Fool! Run! That’s an order!”

But the younger wasn’t listening and was eventually caught by the collar.

Thud!

“NO, STOP! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!” Xiao’s eyes turned round, both with panic and killing intent at the blood oozing out of Chongyun’s mouth after receiving a punch to the stomach. He violently writhes even as a boot landed a kick to his side.

“Can I kill this one?” one of them asks, picking up Chongyun by the neck.

“He’s just a child! Let him go!” Xiao yelled, his movements growing desperate as he summoned every last bit of his strength, more concerned with pulling Chongyun out of the man’s grasp on time than breaking one of his arms or a leg in the process. But another boot pressed against his back, securing him in place and the men continued to talk as if he wasn’t even there.

Chongyun tried to pry the man’s hands open, his vision growing blurry and Xiao’s hoarse and futile cries fading in the background. He was on the verge of passing out when the hold on him loosened, and he was dropped to the ground, the enemy holding him collapsed beside him.

“Shit! Who…?”

“Sir…?” Xiao mumbles, seeing a figure dressed in just pants and a long-sleeved shirt that were torn and almost black with soot, the tip of a lance covered in fresh blood.

Chongyun looks up. His hopes that were extinguished earlier were ignited again. “Your Highness!”

Zhongli swiftly disposes of the men surrounding them. Dragging the two and hiding momentarily, he starts giving them orders, “The enemy. They know about the escape routes. I do not know if they know all of them, but staying here only awaits death. There are survivors, I hid them in one of the abandoned houses that were burnt but still stable.”

“You want us to fetch them and escape,” Xiao says.

Zhongli nods, “Yes… or rather, more precisely, hide.”

“How? They know about the passageways,” Chongyun says.

“I want to believe, not all of them. Go to the greenhouses, hide in the underground storages there. In a matter of hours, this will be over. Once it settles down, you cannot stay much longer because if you do, it will be more difficult to escape once they assigned the guards and sentries. I want you to take your chances at one of the nearest exits.”

Xiao’s face darkens, turning his gaze to the side. He takes a shaky breath, barely able to suppress the tremor in his voice at the implication of Zhongli’s words, “And you? What will you do?”

“I must… stay,” Zhongli turns away.

Chongyun frantically grasps one of his arms, “No, let’s just escape together!”

Still avoiding their gazes, “It’s… an order.”

“But—”

Xiao puts a hand on Chongyun’s shoulder, voice quiet, “You heard him. It’s an order.”

He takes them both in his arms, “Forgive me, Chongyun, Xiao. My parents are missing. I can’t—” Zhongli’s voice cracked, “I can’t find them anywhere and I can’t just leave without them. This time, Liyue lost. But I promise I will return alive.”

There was no time to protest. Chongyun was still too young despite being a knight and lacked the experience to lead the group and keep at least half of them alive. So instead of giving in to the desire to stay and help the person he now considers as family, Xiao could only hug him for what might be the last time and let his tears fall, “Liar.”

 

Running like his life depended on it, Childe ignores the weird stares around him. He already reached the prisoner encampment a moment ago and searched countless tents but there was no sign of the person he was looking for.

“Did you see it? He was really good! That punch sent that guy's butt to the floor!” one of two men passing by exclaims.

“Yeah, but he's all worn out. Once he gets tired, they're all finished. A shame, really. What a waste of a pretty face—”

Childe's eyes widened, and before he knew it, he was running again, towards the remaining end of the encampment.

He's definitely alive. But if I don't reach him now, he'll—

He shakes the thought away, and instead, prays to the gods. Praying was the last thing anyone would associate with a man like him, but right now, dread was subconsciously forcing his hand.

People were making a ruckus at what looked like a fighting ring. Cheers and howls filled the air as he watched his foot soldiers gathered in a circle. As if his prayers were answered, the person he was looking for stood in the middle, clutching his shoulder. His appearance was even worse than what Childe experienced in the mud pool. Behind him huddling were the young, amateur knights completely terrified.

Childe clenched his fists, successfully restraining himself from taking another step. If he stops the fight immediately, he would raise questions and no doubt, spread like wildfire. And ever since he left the palace, there was this lingering presence that followed him, though he hasn't found out whose house it was from yet. Careful not to let his intentions nor how much he knew show on his face, he displays an amused grin, crossing his arms as he watches the fight unfold.

For now, survive this. Please. I'll intervene when it's time, so please—

Standing in front of Zhongli was a bald foot soldier probably twice his size, both hands pressing his nose bleeding like a faucet, “Bastard!”

Oh? I'm surprised someone like him survived Liyue's soldiers. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, guilt struck Childe. Right. It was his fault that most of these soldiers couldn't even wear their uniforms, let alone their armors, save for some who were on their shift. And they were too outnumbered, so it's no surprise these Snezhnayan barbarians lived.

“You, who indulged in tossing utterly defenseless children in this ring to assault them for the sake of your amusement could only be considered a sadist and a coward. If you have the ability to comprehend, then think again, who exactly is the bastard between us,” Zhongli says, his voice clear and loud. The calm demeanor he gave off was still there, but his eyes carried a fiery anger. Even some of the Snezhnayan soldiers who were placing bets cheered for him.

Perhaps his opponent ran out of words because he only let out a growl before charging at Zhongli, who narrowly managed to avoid his fists.

Meanwhile, Childe, who spent most of his life in the battlefield, feels panic becoming more apparent in his own palms beading with sweat. Zhongli was definitely skilled in combat, but looking closely, his movements were turning sluggish.

You will win. Just hold on a little longer…

One thing Zhongli had over the enemy was his wits. Never underestimating the enemy, he dodges all of his attacks, looks for an opening, and finally strikes, hitting him square in the jaw with the last bit of his strength. Once the enemy collapses, Zhongli kicks him in the face for good measure.

“I won! Let them go!” Zhongli shouts.

The cheers and howling increased in volume. Zhongli looked back at his comrades, a reassuring look on his face when suddenly all the noise disappeared, replaced by lazy clapping and footsteps. He whirls around, alarmed.

“And here I thought I missed the fun,” Childe walks in, his soldiers making way for him.

“Your Highness!” everyone greets him, dropping to their knees, save for the prisoners.

Amber eyes stared at him warily. It was a sign that while Zhongli didn't remember who nor knew what his position was, he was able to determine that he was dangerous, standing protectively in front of the young knights.

Well, I guess he doesn’t remember me. We randomly talked and I had that weird hairstyle back then. And the vibes I give off now probably makes him want to strangle me.

“Hello, call me Childe. You’re quite the fighter. So, this is what the fuss was all about! How come nobody invited me?” Childe pouts, looking around.

“Your soldier and I made an agreement. If I win, they promised to let us go,” Zhongli says.

Childe musters all his acting skills, tilting his head to the side with an evil grin, “But a soldier’s words mean nothing compared to a prince.”

Mouth opening a sliver, Zhongli froze, but Childe couldn’t tell if he was horrified because he revealed his identity or because he implied that they were dead either way.

All of a sudden, Childe laughs, “Just kidding~!”

“...” Zhongli glares at him, never taking his eyes off him.

“But I’m in a good mood today. Even though I can just kill the lot of you right here right now, out of the goodness of my heart, I’m willing to make a new agreement! Say, if you beat me, you’re free to walk out of here, unscathed.”

“But he already won! Why does he need to fight again?!”

“That’s not fair!”

Laughter and amused noises mingled with the cries and protests of the young knights.

Idiots. Childe thought. He can’t kill these kids in front of Zhongli, but they really need to shut up. If they don’t, he will be expected to kill them and he will surely not hesitate to do so to keep Zhongli alive and avoid skepticism.

Thankfully, Zhongli was a smart one. The prince’s offer held no room for refusal. It was this or death, so he immediately scolds them, “Be quiet!” he faces Childe, “I accept.”

Despite being a lot easier for Childe, it was also obvious had Zhongli been in good condition that it was hard to tell who’d win. They were almost the same height, the same build, possibly the skills… except for the strength that Zhongli currently doesn’t have due to exhaustion and probably hunger as well.

If the fight dragged on, Zhongli would lose. And knowing that, his movements grew desperate and urgent. The gap between them was growing. Behind a playful smile, Childe felt pity at how he was fighting with all his might for the few he may or may not even save.

A round of cheers and applause commenced. Zhongli was on the floor, a single punch on the stomach enough to immobilize him.

I even bothered controlling my strength for that blow. You really are exhausted, aren’t you?

“As expected of the prince!”

As people cheered for him, Childe waves back, looking like he genuinely enjoyed the attention. But in the back of his mind, he wanted nothing more than to annihilate every single one. Idiots who only cared to suck up to him, all of them combined can’t even compare to half the worth the man on the ground does.

I’m sorry.

“You lost. You know what that means,” Childe makes a gesture and all of the Liyuens are immediately seized, “Feed them to the dogs.”

A sudden heavy weight on his leg. He looks down, meeting Zhongli’s amber eyes already glimmering with tears, “No, please, please, they’re just children…!”

Childe raises his palm to his soldiers, “You do know you lost, right? If I let you live, what would I gain from it?”

Zhongli weakly drags his nails across Childe’s leg, voice almost a whisper, “Please, just kill me… Let them go. Kill me…”

“But your life isn’t that precious. Just your life for… one, two… what, eight brats? That’s not fair,” Childe says. “The most I can do is save one, then kill you and the rest.”

“I’ll do whatever you want! I beg you!” tears streamed down Zhongli’s face.

The sight of their prince reduced to such a state cut the last string of restraint the knights had. Though they did not make a sound, tears made their way down their faces while the Snezhnayan soldiers held them in place.

Contrary to Childe's expectations, things were actually going smoothly according to his plans. Though it took longer than expected fighting Zhongli, he took the bait and proposed an agreement. And Childe felt some tension leave his nerves at not having to shed the blood of Zhongli’s retainers, which would definitely cause a rift between them and render any form of negotiation impossible. 

Reaching out, he grasped Zhongli’s chin. “How about this?” he says, smiling. “Fetch me a whip!” he called out to no one in particular.

As Zhongli released his leg, the knights’ eyes widened, almost out of their sockets. Then, they started wailing and struggling.

Whipping his head in their direction, Zhongli commands, tone imposing, “Be quiet!” But this time, the knights weren’t listening to him, begging and crying for Childe to stop.

A soldier handed Childe the whip. Clicking his tongue in his head at the knights giving him more reason to kill them, he resorts to further agitation under the pretense of amusement, “Very good! You know very well what I’ll do to him, don’t you, little ones?” Their cries grew louder, almost hysterical. “That’s it, louder!”

I’ll apologize later. This will hurt, Zhongli. Bear with it.

He landed the first blow on Zhongli’s back. The latter bit his lip, shutting his eyes tight. It was unknown  whether Zhongli just had a high pain tolerance, or because of the lack of strength, or because he just wasn’t willing to show any more weakness that the crowd didn’t quite get the screams of pain they were waiting for.

At this point, coming up with lies and pretenses came quick as lightning. The thought of hitting Zhongli a second time weakened his grip on the whip, so he clapped his palms, hiding the subtle tremor in his hand, “Wow! I’m impressed! You didn’t scream even when it’s ME who just hit you with a whip!” he looks at the knights whose wails grew louder it was almost deafening, making sure he never breaks eye contact with them, “My strength is no joke. I wonder what it’d be like if you finally cry from pain with more advanced torture methods. It would be very fulfilling indeed!”

“My… conditions…” Zhongli forces the words out.

“Ah, yes, yes. I may like killing and the thrill of battles, but I’m also a man of my word. Here’s mine. I’ll keep you as my torture doll, or whatever you call it. If you’d be a good boy, I might even make you my pet. These are my terms, so what's yours?”

And everyone in Snezhnaya knew. Once Childe forges an agreement or makes a promise, he will never break it.

“Just… let them go. Please, let them live,” Zhongli says, all the while kneeling on the mud, his gaze on the floor, hiding his face from view. Childe was itching to get him out of it… just as he did to him once.

“Sorry, baby boy, anything but that. Those aristocrats will be at my ass if I do that, so the most I can do is keep them alive in a decent place. I’ll make sure they eat too, but I won’t guarantee they won’t be sold off as slaves to nearby kingdoms, but who knows? They might even find a good master. Is that enough?”

Zhongli, whose eyes already turned dull and lifeless, “That’s… good enough…”

Childe fought the urge to catch him, letting Zhongli fall face first onto the mud. “You lot, put them in the dungeons. They are not to be touched. You heard my terms earlier, right? And don’t even think about giving them stale food, understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“One more thing,” Childe says, “If even one of them dies, everyone here will be my game. And I guarantee you all, you'd wish you were never born.” Knowing the spy’s presence was still there, he assigns a random soldier in the crowd, “Take him away.”

 

After sending away the maids and servants, Childe rolled up his sleeves, sitting on a low stool next to Zhongli who was asleep in the bathtub.

“I’m sorry, but I had no choice,” Childe says. The bathroom was located inside his bedroom, so speaking freely was safe… except that the person the apology was meant for couldn’t even hear it.

“...”

Childe removed the hair tie, letting Zhongli’s long hair flow freely. As he scrubbed the dirt away, he noticed Zhongli’s skin was milky white, very flawless unlike his own. “You… you’re good-looking, huh.”

“...”

“You probably didn’t think much of me when we first met, did you? You left quite the impression on me and I even went through all that trouble to save you. But you… didn’t even recognize me when we met earlier.”

Water flowed over Zhongli’s hair, washing away the suds. “...”

“I wonder if… it’s possible we could have been friends if the circumstances were different. I… would’ve treated you like my brother.”

“...”

“I’m rather competitive, you know? And if you are too, we would’ve competed at everything. It would’ve been fun,” Childe sighs, squeezing the excess water from Zhongli’s hair. “It’s too late though.”

“...”

“Someone like you… if you become king, maybe peace will finally be at reach.”

Just in time, Aether comes in, “There you—AHHHHH!!!!!!”

“Shh—keep it down!” Childe hisses.

“You!” Aether points a finger at him accusingly, “You must be crazy!”

“What?”

“You said you’d let him live. Yes, sure, help him escape. But you didn’t tell me you’d bring him in here!” Aether smacks his forehead with his palm, eyes closed in distress.

“Oh, didn’t I?” Childe says flatly, his attention back to Zhongli as he reaches for a towel.

“Your Highness, it’s dangerous!” Aether hisses.

Childe slips one arm around Zhongli’s back and the other behind his knees, picking him up as if he weighed nothing, “You found the documents, right? And destroyed them?”

“Yes! Them finding out is one thing, but what if HE tries to KILL YOU?” Aether paces back and forth.

“He won't. And he can't,” Childe walks past him towards the bed.

“Fine! Fine! Have it your way! But make sure Lumine and I get enough compensation in case you die! Your arrogance will get you killed someday! Acting like you don’t have little siblings to worry about…” Aether mutters, crossing his arms.

“Aether, get me a set of clothes,” Childe commanded as he towelled  Zhongli's hair dry.

After they both dress Zhongli in comfortable clothes, Aether reports the details of his mission. He found the documents that prove Zhongli was the prince, as well as any traces of his identity and disposed of them.

“Good. And Lumine?”

“She found some escapees. It's a good thing my sister found them. They had nowhere to go. They were worn out. The path they chose still had Snezhnayan brutes that guarded it. Lumine had to kill those.”

Aether further explains how Lumine had to leave them eventually after they boarded a ship to the next region. There was a senior knight that looked like he had a good head on his shoulders, and another boy who was a little younger but seemed capable of supporting him, two knights, two squires, a little girl and some civilians.

“Will they even survive?” Childe sighs.

Aether answers, “They will, though I don’t know if all of them. The one leading the group was a short guy, but judging by Lumine’s description, he was strong and looked quite skilled with the blade. She had to calm him down because his attacks were quick and relentless. If he wasn’t beaten and tired, he would’ve injured her badly.”

Childe puts a hand on his chin, “We should’ve given them instructions at least. Recuperate first, then come back for their prince—what’s wrong?”

Closing his eyes, Aether takes a deep breath, “King… he’s no longer the prince.”

The hand on Childe’s chin goes limp, “... They… didn’t make it?”

“... We were a little late.”

“Are you sure it’s them? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?” Childe stood up, glancing back at Zhongli with his heart in his throat.

“Do you think I’d make a mistake with something as important as this?” Aether sighs. “When he wakes up, don’t tell him yet. Just… give him time to recover.”

 

Zhongli opens his eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust, but instead of the hard floor of a cell, he finds himself lying on a bed. The room was bright and fancy, contrary to how he was used to in Liyue where they kept luxuries either to a minimum or in moderation.

Looking around, he spots Childe, leaning on the open door frame, smiling playfully at him. Alarmed, he suddenly sits up and pain shot through his entire body.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You know very well even if we fought, you’d never win in your condition,” Childe strides across the room to him.

“Why am I here?” Zhongli demands.

The latter sits on the bed, turning his body to Zhongli, one leg hanging off the bed, “Would you rather be in the dungeons?”

“...”

Chuckling at Zhongli’s lack of response, “I guess it’s a no?” then he leans closer, whispering, “Your Highness.”

Zhongli’s heart skipped a beat. How did he—

“Hehe, gotcha~” Childe grins. “It'd be a waste to let royalty like you slip through my fingers, that's why I decided I'd keep you as my pet!”

Swallowing hard, Zhongli could only think of the slow and painful death awaiting him. “...”

“If you're curious, it's probably because of the atmosphere around you, the way those knights seemed to look up to you that gave you away. There are also rumors, you know? That the prince of Liyue is a beauty. I guess the rumors didn't do you justice, I don't even know if words are enough to describe you, haha—”

“What do you want?” Zhongli sharply cuts in.

“Entertainment,” Childe smacks his palms together, “You'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life, so I don't wanna be a bad guy to you forever. I'll give you an early warning. Anything you do that will anger or offend me, you won't be punished… your knights would.”

Zhongli's eyes flickered dangerously and in an instant, he had Childe by the collar, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Childe makes no move to stop him, merely raising his hands in jest. “What? Haha—I said I won't be a bad guy to you, not them.”

The feeling of being at a disadvantage with the other party's unreasonable terms would usually leave Zhongli unfazed. With the right determination and careful persuasion, things may or may not go according to plan and that was normal. But this time, lives were on the line and the person who he was speaking to obviously had no regard for life.

He never felt so much frustration and anger before. Although he didn't want to, he could only glare at Childe with his collar in his fists, unable to speak while tears fell from his eyes in steady streams.

It might be because they were alone that Childe allowed himself to finally tone down from pressing Zhongli. So he says gently, “All you have to do is avoid anything that will anger me. If you do that, then you won't have to worry about them.”

A fistful of Childe's collar still in his grip, Zhongli blurts in between sobs, “THAT WASN'T—PART OF THE AGREEMENT—”

“I'm the prince. My words are law.” Instead of removing Zhongli's hold on him, he reaches out to brush away the latter's tears with the back of his hand.

Surprised by the unexpected gesture, Zhongli abruptly releases him, attempting to scramble back but there was no more room left. Childe's hand chases after his cheek, and seeing this made Zhongli turn his head away.

He already expected it but Childe didn't anticipate it would sting this much, so he stands, making his way to the door. “Make sure you eat well and get better soon,” before he closed the door, “If you want to save them.”

As the door shut, a voice interrupts Childe’s thoughts, “Did you really have to do that to him?” Aether was leaning on the wall, arms crossed.

“Just because I saved him doesn’t mean I trust him. I did that so he won’t get any funny ideas.”

“I’m not even surprised. No wonder you don’t have any friends,” Aether sighs.

Childe chuckles, “Then, why are you still here?”

A wry smile graced Aether’s lips. He shrugs, “I wonder why.”

 

He heard rumors before that the prince of Snezhnaya was brutal and merciless. Although he never participated in spreading gossip or hearsay, and have never once encountered a Snezhnayan other than those who stepped foot in their kingdom as businessmen or envoys, Zhongli sometimes wondered what it would be like if he had to face him in battle, should war finally break out. 

Would he win? Rumors of Snezhnaya invading smaller kingdoms around them circulated, and Zhongli knew between him and the enemy prince, he lacked many things.

And now that he personally met him, it had to be in a state where his kingdom was in utter ruins. The bitter defeat he suffered in his hands a few days prior also answered the question he feared and avoided for so long. Hoping that the part where Childe kept his promises was true, he could only pray that the eight Liyuens that were captured were safe and sound.

Childe’s last words and complete change in demeanour that time after he woke up left him puzzled. Most of the rumors were true and the wound on his back was proof of them. And far more. But what confused him most was… how his body managed to be free from any other injuries these past few days.

But whether those words had any meaning behind them or not was none of his concern. In the mornings, Childe would have his meals with him, much to his wonder. Then, he leaves his castle and returns in the afternoon or at night with no particular pattern. Regardless of Childe’s time of return, his escape had to be at night.

Zhongli never ventured outside his room, so he wasn’t aware of the number of guards and servants he would have to slip past through to escape. And so, he decided to skip that part.

When night came, and after the maid who checked his room left, he reached under the mattress and pulled out a rope made of the layers of his sheets, which he timed carefully. It would be another three days before they collect it for laundry… but then, he wouldn’t be here anymore.

The rope wasn’t too long, but gave Zhongli enough headstart. Successfully reaching the ground, he hides behind the cover of the large bushes in the garden.

His actions right now posed a high risk for his imprisoned comrades. But Childe may not even be telling the truth and they might already be dead. So, he decided the best course of action is to escape, drag out a Snezhnayan soldier and find out if they’re alive. If they are, he needs to set them free and escape as soon as they can. After all, there’s no guarantee that Childe wouldn’t grow tired, pick up his sword and decide he’s done with his toys. 

As he switches locations, he accidentally steps on a dried twig. A guard in his line of sight perks up, causing Zhongli to freeze behind the bush. The guard was looking in his direction, causing his pulse to quicken. Having no choice, Zhongli pulls out a table knife he stole the other day.

Expecting the guard to come over and check the source of the noise, he was surprised to see him look away again.

“So, you were here,” a voice from behind him that was painfully familiar sent a chill down his spine, just as he started feeling relief from not having to kill another.

As he whirls around, he throws the table knife in the direction of the voice before he could even see who it was. Childe grabs the knife in mid-air before it could stab him in the face.

Childe's eyes turned round in surprise. “You really mean to kill me? Now, I'm hurt.”

Normally, a knife thrown with such power and speed would force one to dodge instead of catch. Childe choosing the latter was enough demonstration that the rumors weren’t an exaggeration—

He’s a monster…!

Quickly collecting himself from his unsuccessful attempt, Zhongli charges toward him as he speaks, swinging a right fist, which Childe easily avoids.

“Hey, now. Calm down!” Childe protests but Zhongli didn't cease his attacks. Left with no other choice, Childe, who easily picked up Zhongli's attack patterns when they fought in the encampment, threw the knife that was still in his hand.

Despite being caught off-guard by the sudden offensive move, Zhongli managed to dodge the knife, but Childe used the opportunity to slip behind him. Zhongli twists around, but it was too late.

A dagger already rested on his jaw.

“I told you to calm down. Do you want your comrades killed?” Childe asks, sounding extremely pissed.

“You might've killed them by now.”

Childe's expression darkens. “And if I haven't? Their blood would be on your hands.”

“...”

He continues, “You're good at fighting. I'll give you that. But do you know what's the difference between us?”

“...”

“Experience. Just that one thing sets us apart by miles. Did you really think I just happened to take a stroll and bump into you here?” Childe’s voice was eerily quiet.

“...” Zhongli looks around. By now, the guards and servants should already be aware of the ruckus he caused. But none rushed to them. Even the guards closest to him and Childe just stayed at their posts. 

“Oh? You're smarter than the rest! Saves me the trouble of having to explain. I told my retainers to let you have your little fun,” Childe exclaims as they walk back, the dagger still against his throat. “Fetch me a whip! And toss anything you'd find useful,” he orders, as they reach the entrance.

When they arrive in an unfamiliar room, Childe releases him, just as a servant delivered the whip and some other torture items he has never seen before. Then, they exited the room.

Childe walks over to the window, seemingly checking the whip in the moonlight before he closes the curtains.

“Your Highness,” Childe says over his shoulder, “I bet this is your first battle. You did a good job, observing the servants and all. That reaction when I found you in the garden could've been passable if you just used the chance to run away from an enemy who's obviously stronger and more experienced than you.” He turns around, “Sit.”

Zhongli obeys, careful not to let his thoughts show in his reactions. He wanted to believe the only reason he lost to Childe before was because he wasn't in good condition. This was the second time, but the results haven't changed and he didn't know if Childe was kind or cruel enough to voice out what he lacked.

“A piece of advice. Never believe your enemy's superficial reactions. You always have to assume they know what you're doing unless you're out of view or even earshot. When you took that table knife two days ago, did you think I wasn’t aware just because I let you do it?” Childe says, securing the cuff and chains around his wrists.

Muscles tensing, Zhongli momentarily stops breathing. Childe even knew when he stole the knife. 

Bang! The door flew open, revealing a man of short stature with long blonde hair, in an outfit that was different, but somewhat similar to the knights of Snezhnaya. Brows knit in distress and breathing ragged, his eyes search the room.

Childe was at the table, in the middle of selecting one of the various torture tools laid out. Seeing this, the man moves to stand in front of Zhongli, blocking his view. “Your Highness—”

Cutting him off, Childe commands in a chilling tone, “Step aside.”

“Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“Aether, I know what I’m doing. STEP. ASIDE.” Childe growls, “This is an order, from your prince.”

After what seemed like an eternity, the man called Aether yields, moving to the corner of the room.

His view free from obstacles, Zhongli sees Childe scowl, “Get out.”

Casting what looked like a worried glance at Zhongli, Aether exits the room. Though he had a rough context about what happened, Zhongli couldn’t fathom the reason why a Snezhnayan would take his side.

Meanwhile, Childe dragged a chair out, placing it in front of the edge of the bed where Zhongli sat, too close for comfort.

“Look at me,” Childe tosses whatever he was holding on the bed, proceeding to take Zhongli’s face in both hands.

Golden eyes met blue. None of them spoke a word as one hand slid down Zhongli’s neck.

“I could choke you to death… or break your neck,” Childe whispers, face inches from Zhongli’s. “You still look so calm and defiant even though you’re gonna die.”

“...”

As Zhongli braced himself, speed-running a series of apologies and last words to the people he loved in his head, Childe’s hands fell, releasing him. Standing, he picks up the whip from the table, “I wonder if you’ll still look like that if I bring your men in here and make you watch.”

Eyes widening at the mention of his comrades, Zhongli immediately blurts out, “I apologize! Please forgive me!”

Childe puts a coat over Zhongli’s shoulders. “I've put up with you all this time. Do you still intend to disobey me?”

Zhongli felt his heart beat violently, it almost hurt to breathe. Childe pulls the hood over his head and drags him by the hand.

On their way in the hallway, Zhongli notices a flash of golden hair and realizes the man from earlier never left.

Without glancing at his subordinate, Childe says as he walks, “Aether, we're going out. Is it still here?”

“Yes, I don’t know where but I can feel its presence—what the?!” Aether looked up as soon as he heard the door open but was stunned by what he saw. “Why are you dragging him with you?!”

“To teach him a lesson,” Childe answered, walking past him. “Well, whatever. Let him see. It's not as if he knows who he is.”

Before Childe opened the door, he dropped Zhongli’s hand and took the chain instead. Everyone else they passed by on the streets carried on with their duties, which meant something like this was a common sight. Childe’s anger came out in small fits, occasionally tugging at the chain on purpose, causing Zhongli to stumble, but the latter manages to catch himself every time.

When they arrived, he was shocked to see his comrades—alive and well, in a somewhat decent cell large enough to accommodate all of them. They were dirty, but at least they looked like they were being fed.

“... Sir?” one of them immediately notices his presence. Then, all of them began gathering, crying and thanking the gods that Zhongli was even alive.

Clang! “Keep it down! You’re in the presence of the prince of Snezhnaya!” a guard hits the rails with a metal rod.

Childe brings his lips closer to Zhongli’s ear, “Play along~” then, he suddenly pokes Zhongli’s back lightly, where the wound was.

Zhongli hisses in pain, as the wound was not completely healed. “...”

“Eek—! Sir, are you okay?!”

“Don’t touch him, you monster!”

“Be quiet,” Zhongli simply says. In seconds, the cursing stopped. 

Nodding in approval, Childe circles around Zhongli, “Your commander has been a very good boy these past few days. He never once made a sound whenever I hit him—”

Play along— Childe’s voice from earlier replayed in Zhongli’s head. Though it hurts to think of these people worrying about him despite their condition being much worse, he remained silent. He was the first to breach their agreement. Whatever happened next was due to his own mistake.

Seeing the horrified looks on the faces of the young men, Childe casts a glance at Zhongli, who kept his mouth shut. So… he can actually follow instructions, huh.

But why is he doing this? Zhongli thought, when a hand from behind suddenly grasped his jaw, lifting it up for the others to see, “That’s why I spared his face. Still flawless, isn’t it?” Childe grins at the young ones.

This time, Zhongli saw their expressions, sending a sharp pain to his chest. But what he understood most was that whatever Childe was planning, if he ruined it, it might as well be the last time he sees them.

Speechless for a moment, the young knights shed tears, only able to mumble a few words, “You… monster…”

Before things get out of hand, Zhongli says, “Please… do not speak another word. I’m alright.”

Perhaps because they suddenly thought that their behavior played a huge factor on the way Childe treated Zhongli, given how he encouraged them to scream louder when he was about to whip him, did they finally tone down.

“That’s it? You’re not going to curse at me and scream in agony?” Childe blinks in feigned surprise.

It seems… that he is a great actor. Zhongli thought as he peeked a glance at Childe, who was placing a hand on his chin as if he was genuinely confused.

Sniffle. Sniffle.

“Ehhh~?! Boring. Guess the show’s over, huh. Let’s go back and have fun, my little kitten~” Childe turns away, seemingly having lost interest. Zhongli obediently follows him.

When they return to the room where Zhongli was kept, Childe orders him to sit on the bed and removes his cuff and chains. 

As Zhongli sat there, trying to find answers he knew would just be assumptions at best, a voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “So? Are you not going to ask me anything?”

Golden orbs like molten gold focused on him, the wariness apparent in them. They might be fine right now, but after what he did, he wasn't sure if even a wrong word would be tolerated, “...”

And Childe understood as much. But still, Aether was right. Since they had Liyue’s king, it might actually do them good to just tell him. Although his movements will be limited, an extra pair of hands will make things easier.

“Well? I’m feeling generous today, so you can ask me anything. You didn’t believe me, but I kept my promises.”

“Then—” Zhongli starts, hesitant. 

A smile forms on Childe’s lips, “Go on.”

“Why… did you lie about torturing me?”

“Why indeed. So, what do you think?”

“... Will you or will you not answer my questions?”

Sensing Zhongli’s irritation behind his painfully polite tone, Childe laughs, “Hahahaha—sorry, sorry. Well, would you believe me if I said I specifically went to the prisoner encampment to fetch you?”

“...” Zhongli blinks. Not knowing whether Childe was just messing with him, the words get caught in his throat.

He’s a handful haha —Childe voices his thoughts out for him, “What kind of nonsense is he babbling? That he, the prince of Snezhnaya, would come and save the prince of Liyue?”

“... Yes,” Zhongli says, his voice so low it was almost a whisper.

“I’ve got some pretty good reasons. First, you’re my fellow prince. An enemy, though, so you probably think I’m crazy. Second… how Snezhnaya won against Liyue, I’m entirely against it.”

“... Why?”

“Snezhnaya used spies. It’s a common strategy in battle, but I don’t like it. I only want direct confrontation. You, Liyuens… even if you won’t say it out loud, I know we’re on the same page.”

He’s… mad. Zhongli breathes in slowly, training his eyes downward. “... You are correct. Liyue… never resorted to using spies.”

“Now, we’re talking!”

Zhongli looked up, and the air suddenly grew thick, a sharp contrast to Childe’s cheerful smile, “... But… this is treason.”

Childe flashes a confident smile, “I know.”

“... And the other reasons?”

“Ah right. About that…,” Childe scratches the back of his head, “Well, I don’t know yet. Let’s just figure it out on the way, hm?”

Not one… but two loose screws…

“... Will you release me?”

Childe grins widely, “After you just tried to leave me? No!”

Three…

Having expected much, Zhongli inwardly sighs, “What do you want me to do?”

“Hm… I never thought about it. I guess, just sit here and relax? Be a good boy. The next time you try to leave, I’d put their heads on a plate and that’s all you’ll have for lunch.”

“................ I have one last question.”

“Ask away.”

“Even if you are against Snezhnaya’s methods, is it really necessary to commit treason?”

Unexpectedly, Childe’s sunny attitude disappeared. But it wasn’t replaced by anger or anything similar… he looked more at a loss.

After what seemed like an eternity, Childe smiles, “Yes. It may not look like it, but I have people I want to protect, just like you. So, will you be a good boy and cooperate?”

It was difficult to believe someone like Childe even had someone he treasured so much to the point of committing treason. Taking his hand would be a huge gamble, but Zhongli, who was unaware of Childe’s true motives (not to mention, Childe himself), accepts it, under the misconception that were he to disagree, he would be disposed of as well as the rest of the survivors as they would serve no purpose to Childe at all.

“I understand. But I must ask you for information that will let me assist you and establish trust between us. You must be aware that I have no way of knowing whether you are lying to me or not.”

“Is there a need to lie to you? And you, who just tried to escape, talk about trust? You just saw for yourself. While you went ahead and crossed the line, I kept your boys alive.”

“Is there a need to keep me alive?” Zhongli returns the question.

“...” Childe rolls his eyes, hiding the fact that Zhongli most likely wouldn’t find the reason plausible coming from his mouth.

He was going through all this trouble in the first place with the sole purpose of making sure Zhongli’s alive .

The silence surprised even Zhongli himself. Whatever the reason was, he doesn’t press further, “If I turn you over to the authorities, you and the people you claim to protect will die.”

“But I'm not alone. Do you think they'd let you or those Liyuens live? Besides, will you even be able to reach court? I can deny knowing your identity and get away with it, but in your case, your head will fly before you even open your mouth.”

“...” Zhongli ran out of reasons. Despite people out there who want Childe dead, there are also people who are loyal to him. Thus, unless proven, Childe will not face execution, but he, an enemy, would not even be given a trial before a sword swings after him for slandering a royalty.

Finding the people who are against Childe would take too long. He could think of ways to deliver a message and expose Childe… if only the latter didn’t have his men as hostages. But even he could tell that as soon as Childe undergoes investigation or an attack, they will be slaughtered. That fact alone drove him to a corner.

Seeing Zhongli's troubled face, Childe sighs. Why am I indulging him? He’s the one who crossed me first…

“Fine. There's nothing wrong with asking for more proof. Xiao, and the other one… what was his name…”

Zhongli froze, his mouth opening a sliver.

“Ah, Chongyun. Ring a bell?”

“... My knights.”

“One of my most trusted subordinates found them along with other knights and civilians. Now, they’re on board a ship to Mondstadt with the help of money… and some cleaning. So?”

“Are they… safe?”

“I’m not gonna lie to you. I don’t know. First, I can’t send one of my best to accompany them, so they’re on their own when they boarded that ship. The most you can do right now is believe in that guy, Xiao and pray he could at least keep the group alive until we settle things here.”

“I… see…”

“Do you get it now? You have no choice in the matter but to cooperate with me. I can at least guarantee you will regret this decision the least.”

“... May I request something? If… it’s alright…”

Childe walks over and sits next to Zhongli. “If it’s within my ability, I don’t see why not.”

“May I send word to them? That I’m alive.”

Pondering for a moment, Childe crosses his arms, “No promises. But I’ll see if it can be done. It may be hard because there’s a spy in this castle, you know.”

“A spy?” Zhongli’s muscles tense.

“Not exactly one of the servants. It’s been lingering outside for days now.”

“Why not eliminate him—them?”

“I would if they wouldn’t commit suicide as soon as they’re caught.”

“... You are the prince of Snezhnaya. Why do they want you dead when you brought so many victories for your kingdom?”

“... Let me tell you one thing. There are many factions among the nobility in Snezhnaya. Unlike in Liyue where all people hold hands and stick together, ours have their own agendas. We only worked together to conquer Liyue because you guys happened to send them home with their tails between their legs nineteen years ago. But because that’s done now, they believe it’s time to kill each other, since invading other kingdoms would just be a piece of cake now, compared to Liyue. If you don’t want to think about it too much, just treat them all as scum, except for a few.”

The disturbing truth about Snezhnaya, which was so different from the place he grew up, made Zhongli's stomach churn. “But why?”

“Simple: power. So don’t be surprised if you hear a nobleman killing his brother to steal the position from his nephew who’s not yet eligible due to age. Something like that.”

The way Childe talked about it like it was a common occurence… just what has he gone through to consider it as ‘normal’?

“Snezhnaya has no king, but you have a queen. Asking her assistance would be your best course of action.”

“My mother cares for me, alright. But she’s not so much attached to me as she is to power that she’d overlook treason. As soon as she finds out, she’d have me executed without shedding a tear.”

Zhongli’s silence, which Childe noticed, made him inwardly regret telling him the truth so openly. So, he stands, “You’re still weak. Get some rest, we’ll talk more some other time.”

 

“Remember our agreement? Your role is my pet~”

The gap between their cultures and basically everything left Zhongli at a loss. One particular morning, Childe barged into his room with Aether in tow. Though uncomfortable, he forces the question out, “What does it mean to be a pet?”

“It is the term we use here in Snezhnaya to refer to slaves, Your Highness,” Aether tells Zhongli, with a polite tone.

“This is Aether, by the way. He’s my best friend and right-hand man. You already saw him before.”

Reminding him was unnecessary. Zhongli recognized Aether as soon as he entered the room. Compared to the ones he encountered, Aether didn’t seem peculiar at all. The introduction also answered his question as to how Aether managed to stay alive after barging into, of all people, the prince of Snezhnaya’s room, and even raise his voice at him.

So that’s why. They’re friends. wait… how is he friends with the prince? This man with three loose screws in his head?

“Understood.”

Aether adds, “It does not necessarily mean you will be put in here or in a farm and worked to the bone. It is up to the master what they prefer to do with their slaves.”

Childe flops down on Zhongli’s bed, “What he meant is, for example, if I chose to show you off in a party and told you to crawl onto my lap—”

A rustle of paper, then the sound of it hitting something, “A rather interesting choice of example, Your Highness.”

“Ow! Aether, that hurt!” Childe rubs the back of his head.

Their interaction now was so different from what Zhongli first saw that it left his mouth hanging slightly open. Aether’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “There would be more to that if you won’t stop harassing him! Bringing up such a topic, where do you think he's from?!” he scolds, raising the roll of papers again.

Childe raises his arms in defense, “Alright, alright! It was just an example!”

“Hmph.”

“... One should only do such things with their significant other,” Zhongli carefully says as the two bickered.

A pair of golden orbs and blue ones immediately darted to him. It was Zhongli’s turn to garner the attention of weird stares. Childe wore an expression of both curiosity and surprise, while Aether looked embarrassed and guilty.

“I assume you are already aware of Snezhnaya’s difference to Liyue. But I must inform you, what His Highness just told you is regarded as normal here.”

“Oh.”

“Those parties are held on a whim by some nobles as a pastime, or whenever they feel like it. They basically show off their pets and even hook up with them,” Childe shrugs.

Zhongli shouldn't be surprised at this point but he couldn't help it. Pondering, he mumbles, not knowing the two’s attention was still on him, “They have enough rooms? For all who are attending these gatherings?”

An awkward silence before Childe’s laughter flooded the room. Aether was clearly not amused and he expresses his displeasure by swatting the back of Childe’s head with his makeshift weapon again.

Ignoring him, Childe leans closer to Zhongli, “Sorry—hahahahaha! I just—hahahaha—and the way you asked with such a serious face!” he wiped the tears forming at the corners of his eyes with a finger. “Sweetheart, when their bodies call for it, they don’t reach the rooms.”

Feeling the blood rush to his face, Zhongli puts some distance between them, “You mean in public?”

Childe chases after him, “HAHAHAHA! Red as a beet! Well, a noble once invited me to one. Believe it or not, I sat alone on the sofa with people doing it on my left and right while he and I were talking hahaha—”

“Your Highness, to summarize, nothing good will come out of attending such a gathering except mere flattery and entertainment. You ought to be extremely careful,” Aether tells Zhongli, but the last bit, he glares at Childe, “but I advise it is best to just avoid it entirely.”

“Is it that dangerous?” Zhongli asks.

“Not really, but for—” Aether trails off, clearing his throat, “considering your origins, it is best that you do not even see it.”

“I see. Did something happen the last time you did?”

Childe’s attention was focused on poking at Zhongli’s arm, “Hm… come to think of it, that was the first and last time. I didn’t drink anything, but I ate something. As soon as Aether and Lumine saw, they were quick to pick me up and make a run for it. When we got home, they locked me up alone in a room and called me names, ‘stupid’, ‘gross’, ‘disgusting’. I was up for who knows how long, then fell asleep.”

Aether’s brows were twitching, “How could we not?” he argues, his irritation carrying a hint of guilt, “It would’ve been really disgusting to see your own boss jump one of the slaves.”

“Nah, you’re just scared I’d attack your sister. I’m not even interested in you two or those things.”

“That’s not the point,” Aether spits, “And could you even say that after carelessly eating food of unknown origins and writhing like a worm in salt, you heavy brat!”

“I was just sixteen back then! And he talked too much, I got hungry!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aether explains, “But it is true, our Highness here literally thinks of nothing but fighting. Everyone knows that. That’s why I don’t see the need to accept the invitation this time.”

“I made a mistake… when I said I’d make him my pet in front of everyone,” Childe murmurs, playing with Zhongli’s fingers, to which the latter, in a fit of surprise, retracts, “Everyone knows I do not participate nor enjoy such activities… yet this invitation somehow made its way here. Do you know why.”

On the surface, it was a question, but Childe’s tone suggests he already had an answer.

Nodding in understanding Aether crosses his arms, “I know what you’re trying to say. But even if they suspect us, they have no proof.”

“Have you read the invitation?” Childe asks flatly, losing interest in Zhongli’s fingers that kept evading him. He hands Aether the invitation and turns to Zhongli, “Your men. They would never betray you, would they?”

“No!” Zhongli answers instantly, a little too strongly.

Scoffing in amusement, Childe shrugs. “Is that so.”

Zhongli’s brows form a crease, “They would never. And… the only ones who know I’m still alive are the knights in your dungeons… and the ones who escaped to Mondstadt.”

Aether looks up with a severely alarmed expression, “This guy is dangerous! And why—” he trails off, slowly turning his head in Zhongli’s direction.

“Yeah, I can only think of one possibility,” Childe tilts his head to the side.

“What is it?” Zhongli turns to Aether. “Does it have something to do with the spy?”

“There is a possibility. Your Highness,” Aether lets out a sharp breath, “One of the marquesses… specifically asked for you.”

“... Me?”

“From the beginning, it was risky to even take you under my wing,” Childe explains, “Haven’t you heard? I never take prisoners. When I do, it’s usually for the sake of interrogation and they don’t last longer than a week. Then, all of a sudden, I took you home with me.”

“This is bad. That guy is not dangerous himself, but his uncle’s a duke, who belongs to the faction against His Highness,” Aether bites his lip, eyes darting to the side. “How did they find out?” 

“They haven’t,” Childe reassures him, “I even went through all that trouble to make sure anyone who spied on us saw everything, so, there’s no way they know.”

“You mean—” Zhongli hesitates. It was more apparent now, how Childe only seemed to torment him with an audience, treating him normally behind closed doors.

Childe smiles tenderly, “Yes,” knowing exactly what Zhongli meant.

“Then, why?” Aether paces back and forth across the room.

“They don’t know who he is yet. But I’m betting they plan to use him to orchestrate an incident to finish me off,” Childe says. “If we turn it down, they’ll start to suspect who he is because it might come off as me protecting him.”

Aether stops walking, “You’re saying—”

“And you taking someone in as your pet… it may also appear to them that your attitude towards such gatherings might have changed,” Zhongli adds. “If I need to attend, I will accept.”

“Your Highness—” Aether attempts to protest.

“Zhongli.”

“What?”

“Wha—”

“Zhongli. That’s my name. Just call me Zhongli because… I'm no longer the prince of Liyue. I'm just an ordinary man.”

An oppressive silence followed. Childe then casts a serious look at him, “You're right. Now, let me ask you. Are you prepared to do unspeakable things if it comes to it?”

“Yes,” Zhongli replies without hesitation.

Nodding, “Alright. We will attend the party. But first, Aether, when is the date?”

When Aether answers, Zhongli immediately says, “Push it back.”

“Why?” Aether was puzzled while Childe remained silent.

“In front of everyone, you bragged about hitting me. I have no injuries, apart from the one at the encampment. If I don’t have at least some cuts or bruises, it will definitely garner suspicion—,” Zhongli explains, but was cut off.

“No,” Childe's voice was firm and imposing, puzzling Zhongli.

Aether, “Zhongli, you don’t have to. We can just give you clothes that won’t reveal much—”

“There’s no telling if I even keep my clothes at the end of it.”

Childe sighs, “Correct. But Zhongli, you’re basically my 'property'. I won’t let anyone touch you. All you have to do is keep them from finding out you’re royalty.”

“And how exactly will you keep people from touching him without arousing suspicion?” Aether counters.

“Well,” Childe fixes his blue eyes on Zhongli, “I’ll do it myself.”

Averting his gaze, Zhongli says nothing. Aether’s mouth hangs open, “W—What?”

“Do you have a better idea? Would you rather it be those scum or me?” Childe closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

“Um…” Aether’s eyes dart from Childe to Zhongli.

“He can just hit me and resist me as much as he wants. We have to show them we’re not on the same side anyway,” Childe argues.

“Very well,” Zhongli turns his line of sight back to them. Changing the topic, “Also, I would like to know the things I should avoid during the whole ordeal.”

“Don’t drink or eat anything they serve. Those are laced with aphrodisiacs,” Childe warns.

Zhongli nods, then, “Is there a need for such a drug?”

Aether sighs, his eyes clouded, “Aside from fun… they use it on their pets. Mostly those slaves are prisoners of war. If a noble finds one they fancy, they’d take them in and force them to go with them. And since most are unwilling…”

Further explanation wasn't needed. A dreadful feeling floods Zhongli and he peeks at Childe, who gives him a weak smile, “I know what you’re thinking. But you don’t have to worry. Your men are under my protection. No one will touch them.”

“I know,” Zhongli says, his expression carrying no hint of relief.

“Zhongli, as soon as we carry out our plans and reinstate you, the sooner we can rescue the rest. But right now, our hands are tied,” Aether pats him on the shoulder.

 

Preparing for the worst, Aether delivers the unexpected news of the marquess accepting their requested extension.

Removing Zhongli’s chains after closing the curtains for the night, “I’m sorry it had to be this way, Zhongli.”

“It’s fine,” Zhongli says, rubbing his wrist. “But I didn't expect them to agree to it.”

“I will report this to His Highness tomorrow. If you have questions, I can bring my work over here.”

Aether sometimes worked in Zhongli’s room rather than the office. Zhongli was clueless the first time he did, but as time passed by, he understood why and was grateful for it.

“You must be busy, but thank you. And I’m tired. I want to turn in for the night,” Zhongli declines.

“Alright, have a good night,” Aether opens the door, “Zhongli…”

“Yes, is something wrong?” Zhongli suddenly stands.

Aether waves his hands, “Oh, no. No. I just wanted to say… he may look like a bad person, but he’s not.”

It didn’t take a second for Zhongli to figure out who he was talking about. Wondering why Childe was suddenly brought up, a memory of him reaching for an empty plate nearest him on the table when Childe forgot the concept of space and played with the tip of his hair during one of their meals popped up.

“...” Inwardly smacking his forehead with his palm, he could only remain silent. Childe might’ve been too distracted to notice or just didn't care, but apparently the act didn’t slip past Aether’s eyes.

“I’ve known him since he was a child. He’s stupid and mostly reckless. My sister, Lumine, and I have to clean up his mess every single time. He also has a cruel side to him when it comes to his enemies,” Aether sounded like he was complaining but a bitter smile graced his lips.

It was never brought up, but Zhongli's memory the day Aether barged in on them was still vivid and now, he knew why. But how Aether described Childe with no reservations, yet still served him gave Zhongli a better idea of who he was, despite his lack of self-control… and the rumors surrounding him. And the fact that Aether stepped in gave him reason to trust him, if only a little.

“It’s not an excuse but the environment that we grew up in… I reckon the circumstances made him that way.” 

Zhongli’s gaze drifted downwards. While he, despite being the prince, could walk around town without guards and freely interact with the common people, Childe can remain in the confines of a heavily-guarded castle but has to sleep with an eye open.

“So, I have a favor to ask. It may be too much, since we’re only allies right now, but…” Aether hesitates.

Zhongli looks back at him intensely, “I’m listening.”

“... I’m not asking you to forgive him, nor try to understand him. But whatever you find out from now on… please listen to what he has to say first.”

“...”

“I’m sorry for holding you up. Good night.”

 

“Your Highness,” Zhongli calls Childe, who was in the middle of setting down their meals.

“Childe,” the latter replies, “Call me that when we’re alone at least. It makes things easier.”

“...” Zhongli bites his lower lip, wondering why Childe was still personally attending to his breakfast and sometimes dinner.

“By the way, Zhongli. Here,” Childe reaches inside his pocket and hands him a folded piece of paper. “We mentioned Lumine before, right? One of those under her command was able to make contact with your knights in Mondstadt. Sorry, it took this long.”

Hastily opening the paper, he finds Xiao's handwriting he knew too well. Though the message was short, it was enough confirmation that Xiao and the others were fine. The tension in his muscles also relaxed, but the words in front of him seemed to blur.

“What did it say?” Childe looks over Zhongli's shoulder, surprising the latter who was unaware he moved behind him a moment ago.

Childe studied Zhongli's reactions which were miniscule compared to an average person. While Zhongli stood still as a rock and his face remained serious and expressionless when he opened the letter, the only change that could be seen was how his eyes seemed to water seconds after he read it.

Curious, he took a peek to see there were only two sentences written. 'Everyone survived. We await your orders, Your Highness. - Xiao'

“Oh, here,” Zhongli hands him the paper, probably to gloss over how he jolted from surprise because he was too distracted.

Instead of taking it, Childe reaches out to hold Zhongli's cheek. “You're… crying.”

Zhongli reaches for his own face and when his fingers touched something wet, “I apologize, I was just—”

“There's nothing to apologize for,” Childe runs a thumb on the area just below Zhongli's eye, strangely relieved that Zhongli didn't pull away like last time.

“Thank you. For giving me a chance to contact them,” Zhongli says.

Flinching subtly, Childe retracts his hand, as if Zhongli's voice broke him out of a spell. “Sit down.”

As they ate, Childe gives Zhongli some details about the situation of the knights in Mondstadt. Apparently, they were staying at a farm owned by a lady who was nice enough to take them in. When they finished, he handed Zhongli a small piece of paper and a quill.

“It's alright. It would be better to let them wait a while longer than send a message with idle chatter considering the risk in delivering it,” Zhongli declines.

“If you say so,” Childe puts away the items.

After they finish, Zhongli helps Childe with cleaning up the table when an idea strikes him. “Childe, if it's alright… may I ask about your specific duties in the army?”

Back in Liyue, Zhongli's activities consisted mostly of training squires and knights, as well as some administrative duties. Since no kingdom dared to declare war on Liyue after Snezhnaya suffered great losses from their attempt, he never experienced an actual battle. 

Unlike him, Childe was more involved in the front lines, bringing victories to Snezhnaya. Thus, he must be tasked with greater responsibilities and their line of work would differ greatly.

Childe doesn't question him and simply answers his inquiries. As Zhongli further questioned him, he also began to understand why.

“I've thought of that, but we're Snezhnayans. There's no way they'd ever trust us,” Childe shakes his head, before Zhongli could even say his plan out loud.

“I am aware,” Zhongli produces a ring from his pocket, handing it to Childe, “But they would trust the prince of Liyue.”

“What’s this?” Childe examines the ring. Upon closer look, engraved on it was the crest of the royal family of Liyue.

“We’ve often traded with Mondstadt. I’ve never travelled outside our kingdom but I’ve stumbled upon the princes of Mondstadt a number of times, the crown prince in particular. If you show—what’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, Childe averts his eyes, “... About them..”

“... What?”

“In a month, the royal family will be assassinated before Snezhnaya takes over that kingdom,” Childe directed his gaze down, hiding his face with his hair. “And I meant to tell you. Your parents… they didn’t survive.”

Suddenly finding it difficult to breathe, Zhongli slowly sits down. His people could be dying at this very moment and mourning was a luxury he couldn’t afford right now, but his tears still came uncontrolled no matter how hard he clenched his jaw.

Childe gives him a moment, amazed at how Zhongli could still hold most of his composure despite the bad news. At the same time, he felt the intense urge to wipe the latter’s tears himself, if it meant doing so would get rid of the heavy weight in his chest. But he didn’t.

“You are part of the war council, correct?” Zhongli finally breaks the silence. “I assume you know how Snezhnaya will carry out the plan?”

“There are some changes compared to the operation in Liyue. I know, because… the task of assassinating the royal family was assigned to me.”

Whether it was guilt or because the person he was speaking to was Zhongli, the words left Childe easily. 

Zhongli blinks in disbelief. This isn’t the time. This isn’t the time, but— “Assassination is rather different from leading at the front lines,” Zhongli says.

Not wanting to beat around the bush, Childe swallows, “They're sending me out again, because Liyue’s infiltration was successful.”

In an instant, Zhongli has him by the collar, “You were the same person?!”

“... Yes…”

“Did you kill my parents?! Answer me!” Zhongli's voice was hoarse.

Childe was unaware why at that moment, he was more concerned with appeasing Zhongli's anger, even though he could just yank the latter’s hands off him, drag out a few of his knights and toss out a few threats to remind him of his place.

“No,” Childe tells him the truth. “My priority was to retrieve the floor plans. Assassination came second if the opportunity allowed.”

After who knew how long, Zhongli releases him. “...”

“You're the king of Liyue now. I know you still want to kill me, but you need me if you want your kingdom back.”

“I'll kill you when this is over,” Zhongli glares at him.

Trying to ignore the sharp pain caused by Zhongli's words, he changes the topic, “Since you have your men in Mondstadt, I'll see to it if they can be used.”

 

“Aether,” Zhongli calls from his bed.

Organizing a stack of papers, which Zhongli offered to segregate, Aether looks up from the table. “Yes?”

“Were you sent to Liyue as a spy as well?”

The sudden question left Aether unable to speak for a minute. “I was. I came as His Highness’ assistant.”

“I see,” Zhongli nods.

There could only be one reason why Zhongli showed no trace of surprise. “So, he told you. I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but—”

“Then, answer me. No lies,” Zhongli cuts him off. “When did he… find my family?”

“Since the beginning.”

“Where did I stay?”

“The barracks. You stayed in the tent near the open field. Beside your tent is a pole and a flag.”

So far, everything Aether told him was true—

“Did he kill my parents?” Zhongli forces the words out.

Aether's eyes turned round as saucers, “No, he didn't! I found them. They were probably overwhelmed at the front lines. I confirmed that myself! His Highness didn't participate in the battle after he handed over the plans.”

—so his parents died at the front lines.

“Childe… he had the chance to kill me,” Zhongli's voice shook, the last bit almost a whisper. It was supposed to be a question, but his tone suggests otherwise.

“... Yes,” Aether confirms, eyes trained down, covered by golden locks.

Zhongli nodded slowly, as tears flowed down his cheeks. He found the answers to all of his questions, except one. Despite the truth within reach, he couldn't bring himself to say another word and could only repeat the question over and over in his head.

Why… did he let me live?

 

As the days passed by, their meals in the mornings continued. Childe and Aether grew busier, returning late most of the time, but it gave Zhongli time to fully calm down and accept the fact that he must work with the very same people who were catalysts to his kingdom's fall.

Then, the day of the party arrived. In addition to the three men, Lumine and a few other knights also joined them.

Many nobles attended the party and everywhere, slaves were either naked or barely had a piece of clothe on. Most of them had metal collars around their necks but some had metal cuffs and chains instead, similar to what Zhongli wore. 

Except for Zhongli, everyone in their group seemed unfazed despite people literally doing things that should only be done in the bedroom. Moans and lewd noises filled the background. Servants carrying trays of morsels and drinks circled the area.

A noblewoman with a male slave in tow, accidentally bumps into Zhongli. “I'm sorry, milady,” Zhongli quickly apologizes, having learned from the twins that should he encounter incidents such as this, a slave always has to apologize regardless.

Having initially a sour expression from the impact, it quickly disappears when she looks up to see Zhongli, “O—Oh my, you're a gorgeous one!”

Aether, who was guarding Zhongli, noticed the brewing complication.

He was about to step in when an arm winds around Zhongli's waist. “Don't let his looks fool you, milady. He's a feisty one. If you get too close, he'll bite your hand off,” Childe explains with a spring to his voice.

After exchanging a few more greetings with the minor nobles, Childe and his group were led to the center of the room where the marquess and his pets were.

Aether and Lumine stood at opposite ends of the sofa where Childe and Zhongli sat, one of them removing the cuff and chains from the latter. It was a small world. As the marquess and Childe talked, Zhongli fought desperately to keep his composure from crumbling… because the pet that sat in front of him was one he knew from his time at the academy.

Ningguang… he thought. The woman in front of him wore a dress that almost seemed like a nightgown that was too short. Her eyes were red, probably due to crying or lack of sleep. When she looked up and saw him, her expression shifted, as if she was relieved to see him.

Meanwhile, Childe who was talking to the marquess, sees the inconspicuous exchange while he successfully distracts him.

“Who is she? She's pretty,” Childe remarks.

“Oh her?” the marquess shrugs, “I picked her up from the dungeons and tried to train her as a maid because she looked smart enough. She's still useless, though. If she doesn't get any better, I might just toss her back where I found her.”

Zhongli shoots Childe a grateful look in a second, realizing his intentions for asking.

“She's my type. I mean, these Liyuens are pretty if you ask me,” Childe tilts his head, as if to examine Ningguang who shoots him a glare.

“Indeed they are. If even someone like you who's not into these things suddenly took interest,” the marquess agrees, glancing a meaningful look at a certain someone, an act that doesn't escape Aether's eyes. “So, what about yours?”

“Oh this one?” Childe leans into Zhongli, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I picked him up from the encampment. He was so pretty and I just couldn't go home without him! You ought to be careful, though.”

“Why is that?” the marquess asks, seeming genuinely interested.

“He's got a temper. So I had to tame him a bit. And every time I wanna do him, I had to tie him up. Even now he's a bit grumpy because I overdid it last night,” Childe laughs.

In contrast to Childe's sunny attitude, Zhongli maintains his stoic expression, even as he watches Ningguang slowly lift her gaze back to him. She did not speak a word, nor showed any evidence of emotion save for the tears that suddenly flowed down her cheeks.

“He struggles?” the marquess focuses his gaze on Zhongli, a contemplative look on his face.

“Yeah, he's pretty strong, you know? Sometimes I get bruises here and there, but I'm generally stronger than him so he yields in the end.”

“I see,” the marquess makes a hand gesture. A servant immediately comes over with a tray full of drinks.

No one in their group showed any reaction, but inside their heads were utter chaos. It was up to Childe to talk them out of it. But this was the marquess, not some foot soldier. Throwing in a lot of excuses will not drag them out of their predicament and might even bury them further.

“What's your name?” the marquess asks Zhongli.

“Morax,” Zhongli answers, “milord.”

“Why don't you have some? This is good for you. It might relieve you of pain,” the marquess hands him a glass of wine.

Zhongli knew if he rejects the wine laced with aphrodisiac, they would not walk out of the party without complications. After all, he was a new pet. How could he possibly know what was in it?

“Go on,” Childe says, “Take a sip. See if you like it.”

Knowing the message behind his words, he silently thanks Childe in his head. Zhongli avoids drinking all of it, only taking a tiny sip. Then, he stops and politely sets back the glass.

“I guess you didn't like how it tasted?” Childe examines Zhongli's face, “Forgive him, marquess. It's the first time he tasted wine. He might have been some kind of leader of a small group of knights but he's still a farmer's son.”

“Oh, he's a farmer's son?”

“Yeah,” Childe nods, before steering the conversation away so as not to be interrogated further about the subject, “You know, I forgot these things existed,” he picks up the wine glass Zhongli placed on the table.

“You should've asked me for some. I sell them to the nobility all the time, especially now that new pets are in stock.”

In a matter of minutes, Zhongli suddenly felt his body warm up. Aether and Lumine were in a state of panic beneath their lack of expression. It should've been a miniscule amount. Yet in just that short period of time, Zhongli was rapidly becoming a mess. His complexion was pinkish to almost red, his breathing heavier.

Just how much did they put in that wine?!

The twins weren't the only ones who noticed. Childe and even Zhongli himself did. “He's ready?” the marquess remarks.

Wanting to keep the damage to a minimum, Childe takes Zhongli's face in both hands. “That was quick? Do you want it so bad, Morax?”

Zhongli pushed him away, but it barely had force. Childe moves on top of him, making sure everyone was watching. Before they left his residence, he repeatedly reminded Zhongli of what could possibly happen and how a punch, a kick or any form of resistance would be welcome.

“Moraaaaaxx,” Childe attempts to kiss him but Zhongli fixes his hand against his chest.

“Don't touch me,” Zhongli scowls, using his other fist to hit Childe’s chest repeatedly, which only came out as weak taps at most.

The marquess leans closer to them from across the table, “Do you want me to—”

“No,” Childe immediately answers. “Sorry, I don't share him with anyone else. Besides, if you want to keep all your teeth, you better step back. This one's quite a brute.” The shaking in Zhongli's arm told Childe his arm would soon give in.

The marquess sits back down at Childe’s remark.

“Get. Off,” Zhongli growls. They had an agreement and Childe was his ally, but the atmosphere, the sounds in the background, and most of all, his lack of control over his own body were feeding his fear, slowly creeping into his voice.

Sensing Zhongli's distress, Childe scrambled for an excuse to get him out. Even though Zhongli already gave his permission prior, he finds himself losing his nerves at the thought of Zhongli crying and begging for him to stop.

“Morax, I hurt you yesterday, didn't I? But today, I promised I wouldn't hurt you. And you know that I always keep my promises, right?” Childe coos, feeling Zhongli's arm beginning to bend.

Ningguang closes her eyes, her breath shaky, as tears flowed down her face like a dam. People in the room were too engrossed with the scene to pay attention to her. And Childe was secretly thankful that she was smart enough to understand that expressing defiance would do nothing but put them in trouble.

“S—Stop. Get away,” Zhongli pants, his whole face flushed.

Childe leans closer, “I promise I won't hit you this time. So, be a good boy and don't fight it—”

At last, Zhongli's arm loses strength completely. Childe's mouth finds his. His vision was somewhat blurry, but he could make out the twin's faces, flushed red as well. The painful hammering of his heart in his chest made breathing difficult. He turned his head to break the kiss, but he was only able to take a gulp of air before Childe grasped his jaw and turned it back to him again.

The kiss was slow and gentle at first. Then, Childe stuck out his tongue and lapped at Zhongli's mouth. He then slots their lips again, darting his tongue inside, and he was rewarded with a series of broken gasps and moans from Zhongli.

“No… mmnn… I don't… want this,” Zhongli cries. Any normal person would've taken pity on him if they heard.

Deciding the performance was enough, Childe breaks away, “Can I have a room? I'll just do him real quick.”

“The sofa is free. Are you uncomfortable?” the marquess asks.

At this point, Childe was beginning to regret everything. Now, he didn't care if his answer was the right or wrong one, his concern solely focused on carrying Zhongli away from all of it, “Yeah, unfortunately. This is only my second time attending something like this and to be honest, I prefer the bedroom, now that I've tried doing it in public.”

“Very well, take your time. You can have any room you want,” the marquess calls for a servant.

Childe picks Zhongli up, “Thanks.”

He walks briskly, towards a room on the second floor. Depositing Zhongli on the bed as if he was glass, he then reaches inside his coat, producing a small vial.

“We really owe Aether for this one,” Childe shows Zhongli the vial. “This would only—”

He was suddenly cut off when Zhongli weakly pulled his collar, causing him to lose balance and almost crush him if not for his quick reflexes honed by years of battle, ending up with both palms flat on either side, their faces inches apart.

“... hurts,” Zhongli wheezes, writhing. His hands make their way onto Childe’s back, pulling him closer.

“Zh—Zhongli?”

This time, Zhongli pecked at his mouth and the area around it, stealing Childe’s wits as well as his grip on the vial, which dropped uselessly on the sheets. Feeling a pressure around his waist, he realized Zhongli's legs were wrapped around him.

“Wait, Zhongli,” Childe attempts to pull back.

Zhongli whines, sobbing, “No… please, it… hurts…”

The gap in Zhongli’s personality and the way he clung to him desperately left Childe dumbfounded. His lack of movement earns him another whine, pulling him out of his trance. Hurriedly, he cups Zhongli’s cheek, “Who am I? Zhongli, who am I?”

Worried that someone else's name would come out, he felt relieved when Zhongli answered him, “Childe…”

Smiling, Childe presses his forehead against Zhongli’s, “Right. Just think of me and no one else, okay?”

Nodding slowly with eyes glassy and half-lidded, Zhongli clumsily presses his lips against Childe’s. The latter accepts it, eagerly pushing his tongue inside the other's mouth. In no time, the simple meeting of mouths turned into a sloppy mess of lips and tongues, with occasional biting and sucking.

Childe takes Zhongli’s arms, wrapping them around his neck.

“Zhongli… mmn… I promise, I won't let anyone harm you,” Childe murmurs against his lips.

In response, Zhongli moans, “Childe… Childe… hnngg...”

What scared Childe the most was that he couldn't even deny it any longer. He truly and badly wanted this, not knowing when it started. It wasn't even acting anymore, at least for him. In Zhongli’s case, the most likely reason was obvious, but Childe forcefully labelled it as pending in his head.

I know we shouldn’t be doing this but… just a bit longer…

Unknown to both, a tear escapes from the corner of Childe's eye as he busies himself with caressing Zhongli's face and giving in to his demands. On the other hand, Zhongli’s reasoning was blurred with his body’s urges, oblivious of how his nerves miraculously calmed down… and how he was relieved that Childe was the one touching him.

Without thinking, his hand moved downwards, blindly reaching for Childe’s pants. Instead of his belt, his hand accidentally bumps against Childe’s growing bulge.

Childe hisses from pleasure. He breaks the kiss and begins discarding his top, then carefully unbuttons Zhongli’s shirt. As soon as the latter’s well-defined abdominal muscles were in view, he let his hands wander over them.

“Childe… please… don't stop.”

Every time Zhongli called out his name, Childe was pushed closer to his limits, “Zhongli… I haven't drank anything but look what you're doing to me.”

Zhongli's words were turning slurry. “Childe…”

Taking deep breaths, Childe unbuckled his belt and was about to pull down his pants but stopped when an object, reflecting light not far from Zhongli, caught his eye. As if doused by cold water, he reaches for it. At the same time, Zhongli wraps his arms and legs around him, looking for any possible skin contact.

Childe almost falls on top of him. “Zhongli, wait a second—” he successfully retrieves the vial.

“... Why?” Zhongli sobs, eyes tearful, “Why does this… feel so…”

“Zhongli…,” Childe gives him a tender kiss, “Listen to me.”

Sniffle… “...?” Zhongli blinks, streaks of tears staining his face.

“Shh… don't cry,” Childe pecks at his lips, “See this? If you drink this, the pain will go away. Trust me.”

“... What…?”

Gripping the vial, Childe picks Zhongli up, sits down on the edge of the bed and sets him on his lap.

“Zhongli, I'll make it go away, so you have to trust me. I promise I'll let you do whatever you want to me if you drink this,” he opens the vial, bringing it close to Zhongli's mouth.

Even though he was barely processing what Childe was saying, Zhongli obediently places his hands over his, tilting the vial and drinking the contents. Then, he proceeds to sluggishly push Childe's chest. The other lays down on the bed, letting Zhongli crawl on top.

Childe's heart was painfully hammering against his ribcage, his mind in utter chaos. Right now, he wasn't the one who was drugged, but with the person he wanted licking and sucking at any exposed surface of his skin, he finds himself in an even more difficult time calming down than last time.

To prevent his own hands from wandering, he grips the blankets and distracts himself by talking to Zhongli, “... do you feel better now?”

“...” Zhongli nips at the skin where the shoulder meets his neck, before grazing his lips over Childe's jaw.

“You know, when I met you… I was just curious. I wanted to talk to you a bit longer,” Childe says, his voice surprisingly steady.

“... Childe…,” Zhongli murmurs, continuing his assault on the other side of Childe's neck.

“And that night, when I heard you talk about the future you wanted, I wanted to stop. I wanted to—” Childe trails off, not quite sure which words to say among the mountain of ones he had.

“... Want… so much…,” Zhongli mumbles, the other words so slurry to the point of incoherence.

“I enjoyed being with you everyday. Even when it's obvious you didn't like my company,” Childe chuckles. “But I can't help it hahaha I have this urge to see and touch you every now and then, though I don't know why.”

“Childe…” Zhongli whispers, his lips close to Childe's ear.

Finally, Childe uses both hands to steady Zhongli's face, “I'm sorry… this happened to you…” he whispers. “I promise I'll—”

He was cut off when Zhongli leaned down, layering his lips over Childe's. This time, Childe couldn't help but move his mouth, gently sucking Zhongli's lower lip.

They didn't know how long it took. To Zhongli, it was like the crest and trough of a wave. In the beginning, he could still make out words, until his mind became foggy to the point of hearing but not understanding. And then, after a certain period of time, the fog occupying his mind began to clear.

Remnants of his arousal were still there, but his consciousness was mostly regained. He also felt sleepy and was about to doze off, when he suddenly realized he was on top of Childe… in the middle of kissing.

Reflexively about to scramble back, his arms that he was using to support himself gave in, probably due to how much time they stayed in that position. He falls on top of Childe, his exposed chest hitting Childe's naked torso.

“Careful,” Childe, who doesn't even open his eyes, says against Zhongli's lips before continuing the kiss.

On the other hand, Zhongli finds himself unable to feel anything but comfort and a sense of security, leaving him confused. Struck by how the kiss was slower and more then gentle than when they were outside with everyone in the room watching, and perhaps because of the drug’s leftover effects as well, he closes his eyes and reciprocates the kiss, abandoning the will to find a reason to resist.

A considerable amount of time has passed and Zhongli figured Childe had no intention of breaking the kiss, so he pulled away first and with a calm voice, “Childe.”

Blinking in surprise, the latter was quiet for a moment, then, “Zhongli, you're okay now?”

“Yes,” Zhongli nods, getting off Childe. “I was careless, I apologize. What is the situation?”

“No, it was my fault,” Childe sits up. “It was realistic. I think they bought it. How are you feeling?”

“I feel sleepy. Hopefully, this party will end without incident,” Zhongli then, sweeping his gaze over Childe who stood up. “I… that… I apologize for those as well.”

Childe follows Zhongli's line of sight, finding a fair number of bites and red marks all over his chest, and probably his neck and jawline as well. “Haha, why are you apologizing? We made an agreement. Besides, I was the one who jumped you first.”

He couldn't understand much of what Childe was saying during the whole ordeal, but he could recall most of the scenes in his head, although some were a bit foggy. 

He almost looked like —Zhongli pushes the thought out of his head.

“If it was too much, you should've restrained me, at least,” Zhongli says.

“It wasn't. Though I wonder how you can still be so calm and composed about all this. You really have nerves of steel, huh,” Childe remarks.

“... Do you need help with that?” Zhongli’s cheeks suddenly flared bright red.

Childe reflexively looks down, “How exactly will you help?”

“... I am not quite sure. However, if I could assist you in any way you want me, I would.”

Seemingly unsatisfied with his answer, Childe quickly strides over to him. “Zhongli, look at me.”

“...”

When he does, Childe asks, “Do you want this?”

Zhongli repeated the question in his head but was unable to find an answer. “...”

Meanwhile, Childe was mistakenly accepting what looked like Zhongli’s refusal. But the guilt apparent on the latter’s face makes him laugh shortly in endearment. Then, he reaches for Zhongli's open shirt, buttoning it up, “Don't make that face, Zhongli. You don't owe me anything, so it's fine. I'm fine, alright?”

Hearing Childe with such a reassuring voice relaxed Zhongli's nerves and features. “Alright.”

“Can I leave you here for a bit? This is straining my pants, it hurts to move. Will you be fine on your own?”

“Yes, I feel better. You may take your time,” Zhongli nods.

Childe exits the room, and finally Zhongli breathes out. His heart was pounding violently, not knowing whether it was because of how Childe looked at him with such fondness and reassurance as he fixed his clothes, or because the drug was still in his system.

Quickly deciding it was the latter, Zhongli sits on the bed, wracking his brains for a solution, anything to secure Ningguang. She didn't reveal his identity and he knows how much she cares for him, despite losing contact when he entered the army. Should he ask for Childe's help? He pushes the thought out of his mind, understanding that Childe might've thought of the same thing, but had not done so due to certain reasons.

Earlier, the marquess told them he took Ningguang in to be a maid. Aside from the cuts and bruises he saw, he could only pray that he wasn't doing anything else to her. They spent time thinking of the possibilities and countermeasures should things go wrong. But so far, nothing has happened. 

Zhongli stands, pacing about the room. It was actually a good thing that nothing happened, but what bothered him most was—

Suddenly the door to the room opens, revealing a man of short stature, reaching only around his shoulders. 

“Milord,” Zhongli bows.

After relieving himself in the bathroom, Childe walks back when suddenly, a hand pulls him into a deserted hallway, “Your Highness,” Aether whispers hurriedly.

“What’s wrong?” Childe looks around, “Hey, you left Lumine?”

“She can handle herself,” Aether mimics the gesture, “Where’s Zhongli? And what did you do to him, you pervert!”

“He’s fine! Nothing happened!” Childe defensively raises both hands, “You can ask him yourself!”

Aether narrows his eyes, not entirely convinced, “If you’re going to lie, find a better way to hide the evidence, you—” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Childe looks down, realizing he just put his coat on and didn’t bother to close it in a hurry to get out of the room… displaying all the proof one needs to know what entailed in the bedroom. “Ah, this is…”

Sighing, Aether changes the topic, “Anyway. Your Highness, I think we need to get Zhongli out of here soon.”

“What do you mean?” Childe tilts his head, puzzled.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” Aether hisses, “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice? Arrghh, you’ve been too distracted lately when you’re with Zhongli! I know you like him, but now’s not that time. Where did you leave him?”

Childe’s pulse picked up. So, he wasn’t mistaken. Even Aether was sure enough to voice it out loud. 

“Come with me,” along the way, he asked questions and Aether explained his observations.

“Morax, right? Are you okay?” the marquess closes the door.

Zhongli hears a click, confirming his suspicions from earlier. Childe and Aether were too battle-oriented that they completely missed the possibility of something like ‘this’.

Raising his hand cautiously, as if taming a wild animal, the marquess says, “I’m on your side.”

“And what is this side you speak of?”

A little intimidated, the marquess joins his hands, “I’m sorry for earlier, I just wanted to get on the good side of the prince since—well, he’s your master.”

“...”

“But you recovered quickly! Possibly because you only took a tiny amount? Setting that aside, I have a proposal.”

“I’m listening,” Zhongli replies, already knowing what would come next.

Even though Ningguang was right there… the marquess made no move on her like everyone did with their slaves. But when Childe began to touch Zhongli in front of everyone—and the way he showed interest when he was the topic of their conversation could only mean—

“I… want you, Morax,” the marquess says. “I happened to see you with the prince walking to the dungeons a while ago. I've thought long and hard about it and I can't just… not have you, even though I knew from the looks of it that you’re the prince’s treasured property.”

“We are people, not possessions.”

Surprised by Zhongli’s sharp tone, the marquess nods, “Yes, yes, of course. I was thinking, Morax. The prince does not seem to treat you well—”

Hearing the marquess talk ill of Childe forced Zhongli to face his thoughts from earlier. Though he was aware that Childe almost lost control, the way he went through the trouble of making Zhongli drink the antidote before doing anything else, how he let Zhongli do as he pleased, the way he looked at him even when there was nobody else in the room… how he kissed him like he meant it—Zhongli acknowledges that Childe was far from the person the marquess described.

“Morax, are you listening?” While Zhongli was distracted, the marquess, thinking he was confused and lost, closed the distance.

“Can you repeat what you said?” Zhongli asks, taking a step back.

“Come to me,” the marquess coaxes, “I’ll treat you well. But first, let’s move to a new room?”

“His Highness does not share with anyone,” Zhongli refuses.

“Oh, he might not even be serious about it. If he sees us, he might even join us~” the marquess clings onto his arm.

Zhongli politely removes his hands. He was fine with Childe touching him and obliging the marquess might even heighten their advantage, yet somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to accept. “I apologize, but I must not.”

A crack on the marquess’ friendly attitude was beginning to form. As a last resort, he walks over to the bed, removes his pants and bends over, presenting himself to Zhongli.

“Morax, you can fuck me as much as you want. You want this, right? I know you do.”

Instead of giving in to the marquess, who was fairly pretty, Zhongli takes a step back. “...”

Perhaps because he used up his last shred of patience, the marquess gets off the bed and picks up the short sword hanging from his discarded belt.

“A pity,” he sighs. “Do you know what happens to pets who disobey a noble’s orders? I can just tell everyone you attacked me and your death will be forgotten in no time.”

“I noticed it when you two were talking. He’s interested in Zhongli. If we don’t get him out, it might lead to complications,” Aether quickly reports, jogging after Childe.

Childe chuckles, “I didn’t expect this development. So, all our theories were for naught.”

“Here?” Aether turns the doorknob repeatedly to no avail.

Hearing muffled screams, Childe steps back, then rams the door open like a bull. They were greeted by a bloody scene. Zhongli’s white shirt was stained red and lying on the floor not far from him was the marquess, clutching his arm.

“Get him! He forced me! Kill him! Now!” the marquess orders, hysterical.

Ignoring him, Zhongli turns to Childe and Aether, “Forgive me. He had a sword and I lost control of the situation—”

He wasn’t able to continue when Childe ran over, and frantically began to check Zhongli. “Are—are you injured?” he asks, voice trembling.

Everyone in the room except for Childe was stunned into silence. Zhongli blinks, eyes wide, “... N—No.”

Childe held Zhongli’s face with both hands, searching for something when he feels something sticky. He examines his hand, then the area close to Zhongli’s jaw, discovering a small cut. Releasing Zhongli, Childe picks up the discarded short sword, walking over to the marquess.

“You… didn’t I tell you not to touch him?” Childe questions, pointing the sword at the marquess.

Feeling a sense of dread, the marquess scrambles back, “W—What are you doing?!”

Zhongli was quick to read the situation. He was about to break up the fight when Aether stops him, hugging his waist from behind, “Aether, he will kill him!”

Aether shakes his head, “Zhongli, don’t! Don’t ever come near him when he’s angry!”

“AAAAHHHHHH—!”

The scream was abruptly cut off. Zhongli turned to look but it was too late. The marquess lost his head and his body was spraying blood everywhere.

A passing servant sees the whole scene and begins screaming hysterically. Aether quickly grabs her, covering her mouth. Catching Childe’s attention, he begins to approach the two when a hand stops him. “Childe—”

“Zhongli, wait here. I’ll—”

“Don’t kill her,” Zhongli grips his arm harder, “I beg you. She has nothing to do with this.”

After a few seconds of staring, Childe runs a hand through his hair, “Let her go, Aether.”

Aether does. But as soon as the maid was free, she continued her screaming spree outside, alerting the guards.

“The marquess was murdered!”

That one sentence sent the whole mansion in a panic. Everyone was fighting and bumping against each other for the nearest exits. Meanwhile, the guards were scattering in all directions. Hearing the news, Lumine draws her sword and begins eliminating the guards.

“Change of plans,” Childe grabs Zhongli’s hand and runs out the corridor, with Aether behind them. “This incident will most likely be used against us and since his uncle hates my guts, he’d never let this go.”

Aether confirms. “There’s no way out. A pet attacking a noble or royalty means death. If we shift the blame to His Highness, it’s also a dead end. And the court will most likely investigate everyone involved since this is the duke’s nephew. Zhongli, you’ll be confined and might not even be returned to us.”

When they reached the open area, blood was being spilled in all corners of the room. The pets were all being seized as more guards began to enter, clashing with the noble guests who were rushing to get out.

The knights Childe brought were beginning to be overwhelmed. “Lumine! Retreat!” Aether shouts.

“Secure the prince!” Lumine shouts.

“Let’s go,” Childe tugs at Zhongli’s hand.

“Childe, I can’t leave Ningguang,” Zhongli tries to wrench his hand free. “Just go. I’ll follow.”

Childe grips harder, “She’s a lost cause. I can’t leave you here, Zhongli.”

Zhongli insists, “I promise I will follow. Please! I beg you, I'll do whatever you want if you let me save her.”

Drawing his own sword, Childe warns, “I'll get her, so remember your promise.”

“Yes.”

“Aether!” Childe calls out to him, who was already joining the fray. “Get Zhongli and Lumine out!”

Childe cuts down the guards, making a path for Zhongli. Aether immediately grabs Zhongli's hand, just as Lumine had rejoined their group, along with some remaining knights.

On the run to the carriages, Zhongli looks over his shoulder, seeing a flash of ginger from afar. “They’re here…”

He meets them halfway. Ningguang was covered in blood, but not a scratch was on her. “Your Highness!” she stops midway, as if remembering something. Then, she bows.

Childe watches the exchange with his arms crossed, brows slightly knit and lips drawn into a thin line. His eyes darted to Zhongli who gently put his hands on Ningguang’s shoulders, checking her for minor injuries.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asks.

“She’s fine,” Childe quickly interrupts.

Zhongli glances at him for a second, then turns back to Ningguang. Sensing the atmosphere that not even Zhongli nor Ningguang was aware of, Aether steps in. He taps Zhongli’s shoulder urgently, “We don’t have time. Let’s go.”

“Right,” Zhongli nods, grabbing Ningguang’s hand, leading her to the carriage.

Aether shoots Childe a glare, mouthing, ‘Stop being mean, you—’

Shrugging, Childe follows them. Lumine comes back with some of her retainers. “I’ll drive,” she says, jumping into the driver’s seat.

Aether, “Your orders?”

“We leave for Mondstadt,” Childe climbs inside.

“Stop!” the guards were beginning to close in on them. “On orders of the duke! You are all under arrest for plotting against the marquess and for abducting his pet!”

“Go!” Aether shouts.

Lumine drives at full speed, along with Aether and the others on horseback. Guarding the rear, Aether whips out his crossbow, shooting the enemies catching up to them.

Dodging and shooting at the same time was a difficult feat and as Aether replaced his arrows, a sense of foreboding danger alerts him. Letting his instincts guide him, he looks forward, seeing one of their 'retainers' pull out a knife, his gaze fixed on Lumine.

“Lumine, duck!” Aether shouts.

The trust between the twins ran deeper than blood. Lumine immediately does as she was told, and the knife that should have plunged into her skull stabbed one of her retainers to her left instead.

With no one controlling the panicked horse, it bumps into the carriage, making Lumine almost lose balance. Aether was still shooting at their pursuers, but witnessing Lumine almost fall and the carriage unsteady, he spurs on his horse.

“Your Highness, there's a mole! It might be the spy!” Aether warns, before jumping at the horse of the enemy. When he pulls off the man’s cape, he accidentally sees a crest that belonged to one of the clans against Childe.

Lumine struggles to steady the carriage and looks around, suddenly realizing that even without her orders, the rest of her retainers turned back to buy them more time. Gritting her teeth, she looks over her shoulder, knife in hand. Aiming at the enemy currently in a deadlock with Aether, she aims for the leg, to minimize the chances of accidentally hitting Aether.

The man flinched, but suddenly grabbed the knife, aiming for the window of the carriage.

“Childe, Zhongli! Duck!” Aether warns, feeling a lump form in his stomach. This man… doesn't care if he dies…

Zhongli reaches for Ningguang, dragging her down and shielding her from whatever was coming from the window. A hand with a knife that didn't specifically aim for someone, ripped its way in. Since the carriage was swaying, it would be difficult to avoid it. Sure enough, he hears the faint sound of the knife stabbing flesh but doesn't feel anything.

“Haha, you owe me thrice now, Zhongli,” he hears Childe's voice above his head, overlapping with Aether's shout outside.

When he looked up, the knife stuck out from Childe's arm, blood steadily flowing out. His other hand was gripping the wrist of the assailant.

“Childe!” Zhongli shouts in horror. “Why?!”

Quickly collecting himself, Zhongli also takes hold of the hand, putting all his strength into wrenching the knife free from it. Childe snatches it and spins it in the direction of the window. Then, with practiced hands, he swiftly pulls the curtains off and in the blink of an eye, slashes the enemy's throat.

The man immediately falls off, too heavy for Aether to hold. As a result, the carriage accidentally runs over the body.

“Lumine, jump!” Aether shouts. “Everyone brace yourselves!”

Lumine does and Aether catches her, successfully steering the horse away from the carriage that completely turned, falling on its side. Thankfully, the impact wasn't so severe from the looks of it.

The twins immediately get off the horse, opening the door of the carriage. The first person they pulled out was Ningguang, who had minor cuts.

Zhongli was the same. His head was lying on Childe's arm, who had his eyes closed, blood staining the ground near his head.

Feeling his heart leap, Zhongli quickly gets up, pulling Childe out of the wreck. Aether and Lumine's faces turned pale the moment they saw them emerge, quickly helping Zhongli carry Childe out.

“Childe?! Childe?!” Zhongli calls, ripping his long sleeves and turning Childe's head carefully, discovering the blood coming out of the side of his head.

“Your… High—Childe?” Aether's breath hitches. “Oh no… I was careless—”

“They might be here soon. We need to get to the forest,” Lumine warns, voice steady, but the worry in her face tells everything.

Ningguang steps in, placing two fingers on Childe's neck, then over his nose. After running a quick assessment, she says, “He hit his head. He's not in critical condition,” she takes the ripped piece of cloth from Zhongli's hand and wraps Childe's head with it, as well as the stab wound in his arm.

“Are you a doctor?” Aether asks.

“Yes,” Ningguang answers, “The sooner we settle him somewhere, the sooner he'll recover.”

“Looks like they're near,” Lumine removes her palm from the ground. “Zhongli, leave with her and hide. We'll take it from here.”

A memory of Liyue's fall comes up. He makes no move, the expression on Xiao and Chongyun's faces suddenly very vivid, as the former bitterly accepted his orders while the latter begged him to come with them.

Noticing the inner turmoil in Zhongli's mind, Ningguang stands, “You two, let's go.”

“What?” Aether throws a sharp look at her, “We won't leave him, he's our friend!”

“That's right. That's why we're telling you both to leave now.”

Ningguang glances at Zhongli, who had Childe's hand in his, staring blankly at the ground. “That's not what I meant. Let's split up to divide their forces and to confuse them. You two will come with me to do that.”

Zhongli breaks out of his trance, “What?”

Taking the reins of the horse, Ningguang leads it to their spot, “I have a plan. Your Highness, take the prince and hide. You're the only one strong enough to carry him around. These two and I will lead them away and continuously diminish their forces until we reach Mondstadt. Go, now!”

“Zhongli, do as she says!” Aether and Lumine were already pulling him up and pushing Childe to him.

Once they were on the horse, Ningguang said, “Don't die.”

Zhongli spurs the horse onwards, securing Childe against him. He looks back, the figures of the three shrinking in size. Hesitating now would wipe them all out, so he doesn't look back anymore.

Hiding in the bushes, Aether produces a knife from his boot. “Do you know how to fight?” he asks, handing the knife to Ningguang.

“We were taught basic defense as part of the curriculum,” Ningguang answers.

“No matter. Just hide and let us handle the rest.”

“That marquess,” Lumine looked at her, but swallowed the rest of her question.

“Don't worry. It's not what you think. He likes men, so he doesn't touch me. But he does beat me when I don't meet his expectations as a maid,” Ningguang answers, keeping her eyes on the road. “So, how long was His Highness in your care?”

“Months now. We immediately retrieved him from the prisoner encampment as soon as they arrived,” Aether answers, seeing no harm in telling.

Speechless for a moment, Ningguang sighs, “If we live through this, I'll ask why.” She puts a hand on the floor, mumbling to herself, “So it's true… well, he doesn't seem to be a bad guy. And he is handsome, now that I have a good look at him.”

“... Eh?” Aether and Lumine blinks in surprise. Then, Lumine follows up, “What do you mean? Who?”

“Your prince. He specifically told me to keep my hands off his lover. He doesn't need to be so insecure, though. His Highness isn't the unfaithful type, and we don't have that kind of relationship.”

Finally understanding what she meant, Aether and Lumine could only mirror each other's shocked faces, unable to utter a word.

Lover?!

 

While praying that the three made it out alive, Zhongli looks around and spots a farm from afar. Once they reach the barn, he carries Childe on his back and immediately asks for help.

The owner was an old man, who let them stay. When night fell, Zhongli comes into the room, carrying a basin and fresh towels.

Earlier, he already changed them both into clean clothes. Childe looked like he was just sleeping, but the longer he took to wake up, the heavier Zhongli's chest became.

He dips one of the towels in warm water, then began wiping Childe's forehead and arms, “How long will you sleep?”

“...”

“I have many questions. And to be honest… I find myself unable to make the best decision in dire situations… unlike you.”

“...”

“You were right. Surviving this alone is impossible. Once, you said if I cooperated with you, I will regret it the least. From all that's happened, this is the only correct decision I've made.”

“...”

“What… kind of king am I?” Zhongli's tears made their way down his face, an acknowledgement of his insecurities.

“...”

“Rejecting the marquess did nothing but put everyone in danger. I should have—”

“Should have what?” a voice cuts him off.

Zhongli raises his line of sight. Childe was awake, in the middle of sitting up. “Childe?”

“If you mean to tell me you regret not letting him have you, don't. The moment I see him do it, I would still cut his head off,” Childe says, rubbing his temple.

“You were awake? I'll bring something for you—”

Childe grabs his wrist, “Where's Aether and Lumine?”

“They stayed behind to let us escape.”

“Oh…”

“There was no time. I—”

“I'm not asking for an explanation, Zhongli,” Childe interrupts. “I would never blame you… for what happened. Where did they say they'd go?”

“The forest,” Zhongli replies.

“They'll be fine. He wouldn't let his sister die. But I don't know if they'll make it out unscathed.”

“...” 

“Don't look so depressed and just believe in them. If it makes you feel better, I'd say Aether and Lumine are better than me when it comes to fighting. Those two are a natural.”

“You must be hungry. I'll bring you something,” Zhongli exits the room.

Agreeing to leave at dawn, they turn in for the night. Zhongli reaches for the basin when Childe says, “Leave it. Get some rest.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“No.”

“Then, good night—”

“Where are you going?” Childe reaches for his hand but was only able to reach the hem of his shirt.

“There's another room in this house. The owner let me have it temporarily. I wouldn't want to make it difficult for you by staying in the same room.”

Childe tugs at his shirt, “What do you mean make it difficult? If anything, I'm cold. Just sleep next to me.”

“...”

“I'm injured so I won't do anything to you. I wouldn't do anything you don't like.”

“It’s not that and I know you wouldn't.” After a few seconds, Zhongli gives in. “Pardon me,” he slips under the covers beside Childe.

Silence engulfed the room. When Zhongli moved his hand, it accidentally brushed against Childe's. “Your hand! It's cold,” he turns to Childe.

“Well, you did just wipe me without drying me. We're in Snezhnaya, not Liyue. And this house barely has walls that keep the cold air out.”

“Come here,” Zhongli opens his arms.

Eyes round with surprise, “What?”

“I'll keep you warm. Hurry up.”

Chuckling in disbelief, Childe moves closer, tucking himself inside the circle of Zhongli's arms. Zhongli embraces him tightly, pressing Childe's head to his chest, reminding him of himself when he was younger, seeking his mother's comfort after a nightmare.

“How's your arm?”

“It's fine. I've been through worse.”

“That's good.”

“Zhongli… don't beat yourself up by comparing us.”

“...” So…. He heard…

“I should be the one asking that question, but I'm not the king yet. And at this point, I might never even be…”

“...” To show he was listening, he uses his hand to gently card through Childe's hair.

“While you tried your best to protect anyone you could save and put your life on the line for your kingdom… I betrayed mine.”

“...” Not knowing what to say, Zhongli hugs him tighter.

“You don't have to comfort me haha—but I appreciate it, Zhongli. And I don't regret it.”

“It seems that you are not really a bad person. And in one way or another, I know you love Snezhnaya.”

“Who knows?” Childe chuckles, “Can I hug you back?”

“... You may.”

Like a puppy wagging his tail happily, Childe winds his arm around Zhongli's waist. “Zhongli… who is she?”

“... Ningguang, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“She's my senior from the academy and…”

“And?”

“Regardless of where a person hailed from, she treated them with care and sincerity. I was one of the people who regarded her with respect and admiration. She graduated earlier and proceeded to study medicine. Three years later after I graduated, I chose to join the army. Since then, we never got in contact with each other again.”

“How old is she?”

“She's 24,” Zhongli answers.

“... So, you're only two years older than me, huh.”

“... You're just 19?”

“Yeah. Was she your friend?”

“No. We were acquaintances at bes—” suddenly feeling a needle-like prick in his chest, Zhongli pauses, “Are you interested in her?”

The nagging feeling Childe felt the moment he determined that Zhongli and Ningguang knew each other back in the party was mostly gone after Zhongli answered his questions. But the way Zhongli seemed so clueless in his roundabout way of acquiring information about him almost made him laugh on the spot.

But Childe wasn’t the only one. Oblivious to the meaning behind Zhongli's question, he turns it around, “Are you?”

“... Not anymore.”

Not quite expecting the answer, Childe changes the topic, “... Zhongli…”

“Hm?”

“...”

“What is it?”

“When I touched you… and we did things that, according to your words, should only be done with a lover… did you dislike it?” this time, Childe looks up, their faces only centimeters apart.

“Do not be ridiculous. We had an agreement—” Zhongli averts his gaze, remembering how he broke out of the drug's effects but instead of pulling away, he opened his mouth and let Childe's tongue explore it a while longer. 

Now that he thought about it, guilt gnawed at him, and he couldn't understand why he did it.

“What if there was no agreement?” Childe interrupts Zhongli, using a hand to guide his face back to him.

“... I am not certain.”

“—HAHAHAHAHA! You're so serious, Zhongli!” Childe suddenly laughs. “I was just messing with you!”

Annoyed that he even felt guilty during that time, Zhongli swats Childe's hand away from his face, “Stop talking and get some rest.”

Childe nuzzles closer to him, secretly happy with whatever Zhongli’s answer was as long as the implication was in his favor. “Good night, Zhongli.” In response, Zhongli tightens his embrace.

 

Because Childe knew all the routes and the terrain in every region in Snezhnaya like the back of his hand, slipping out of the kingdom was possible but was no easy feat. When they reached the royal palace, they were immediately arrested and presented before the king.

“So you… you really were alive?” the king stands from his seat in awe.

Zhongli, with his hands tied along with Childe, looks up, seeing the familiar bright red eyes and hair. “Greetings, Prince Diluc.”

“... I'm not the prince anymore,” after a moment of silence, “Release him.”

“... What happened?”

Childe was the one they were supposed to send to assassinate the royal family. How come…

Diluc answers, “Assassins. My parents died. My brother is in critical condition. I would've been dead too if it wasn't for the warning sent by someone claiming to be the prince of Snezhnaya, along with your ring in the letter.”

“That would be me,” Childe butts in.

His attention was suddenly on Childe. Drawing his sword, he points the tip at Childe's throat, “I've heard stories about you and I know you are aware that they are not exactly good ones. I don't believe someone like you would help someone out of their free will. Now, tell me. What are you planning?”

“Wait,” Zhongli grabs the tip of the sword.

“Zhongli…!” Childe struggles. “Your hand!”

“Be quiet,” Zhongli glares at him. “Your Highness. He is not who you think he is. My kingdom was conquered and I would've died if not for him. He saved my life multiple times. And I am certain he will not gain anything from betraying his own kingdom, but he did.”

“... Alright.” Zhongli releases his sword and Diluc puts it back into its sheath. “Since you're the prince of Liyue, I believe you. Release him.”

As soon as Childe was untied, he immediately took Zhongli's hand, applying pressure. The scene caused Diluc’s eyes to widen a fraction, but he quickly schools his expression.

“No. We're… in the same situation,” Zhongli says, pulling back his hand from Childe's grasp and giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder instead.

“I'm sorry for your loss. Call the physician and tend to his injuries. Get some rest.”

“I'm afraid we don't have time for that,” Childe says, stopping Diluc from walking away. “I was the assassin supposedly assigned. And the operation was initially scheduled at a later date.”

“Assassin? Weren't you a general?” Diluc blinks, then, “It doesn't matter. Assemble the war council.”

 

“Thank goodness, you two are alive!” Lumine pulls the two tall men into a hug.

“Aether,” Childe calls afterwards.

Nodding, Aether begins to report every detail of what happened after they were separated. “Also, I found the exact location of the Liyuen knights and civilians. Most of them scattered, since the lady who owned the farm couldn't accommodate too many people.”

“What about Ningguang? How is she?” Zhongli asks, unaware that blue eyes suddenly darted in his direction from behind.

Aether, who witnessed the whole thing, coughs, “Ahem, she is fine. She's currently in the palace ward, offering her services.”

“I see,” Zhongli nods, “Xiao and Chongyun. Are they together?”

“Yes, I've asked permission from the king to bring them here tomorrow,” Aether replies. “What about you? Are you not going to visit your little brothers and sister?”

Zhongli follows his line of sight. Childe had a gloomy expression, “Not yet.”

“You have siblings?” Zhongli turns to him.

Childe looks up, “Yeah.”

“I'll go with them instead,” Lumine offers. “Just focus on the upcoming battle.”

 

“Aether, Lumine. Thank you for everything you've done,” Zhongli bows, after hearing the preparations they went through ever since Zhongli was put in their custody in Snezhnaya.

The two wave their hands, “Oh no. If you should thank anyone, thank His Highness. He was the one who came up with the idea.”

“Childe?”

“Yes,” Aether nods, “He was the one who proposed to the court to take prisoners instead of committing genocide, which was unheard of given his reputation. Under the pretense of selling the prisoners as slaves, he also participated in seeing it through. Your allies in the dungeon back then were also sold off to nearby regions.”

“Once we restore Liyue's king, all we have to do is free them and bring them home using the funds we accumulated,” Lumine adds. “Snezhnayan aristocrats and even those rich enough to afford servants are rather cruel. If they stayed any longer… they would have died from abuse.”

Thinking for a moment, “Why didn't he tell me?”

“It seems… we forgot. We were busy with the preparations and before we knew it, that scheduled party was upon us,” Aether sighs, “Sorry, Zhongli for leaving you in the dark this whole time.”

“No, no, you were doing all the work,” Zhongli's heart was pounding. Childe saving his life the first time was already surprising enough. But for him to also save as many of Zhongli's people as he could behind the scenes made his heart flutter. “May I ask you about something personal?”

“What is it?” the twins ask.

“... When you asked Childe if he was going to visit his siblings, he looked reluctant. Is there a conflict among them? If there is, maybe I can—”

“Ah, no,” Lumine waves her hands. “He just doesn't know how to explain the things that happened to them.”

“He loves them so much,” Aether smiles bitterly, “That's why he hid the truth from them all this time. How he killed people for the interests of the kingdom. He's not one to care about the opinion of others but he's afraid of what his siblings would think of him.”

“And he protected them when no one else would,” Lumine bit her lower lip, gloom clouding her expression.

“... What do you mean?” Zhongli whips his head to her.

Aether looks around, “His siblings do not share the same mother. The queen was very young when she had His Highness. I guess that's why his mother is quick to believe that the love the king has for her is true. We suspect that she orchestrated the king's death after she found out about his affairs with different women and the result of each.”

“Although the queen would not kill the children, she would also let them starve on the streets. His Highness decided he would raise them himself, using his privilege as the prince.”

“Zh-Zhongli?!”

The twins scrambled to find a handkerchief in their pockets to no avail. Fat drops of tears make their way down Zhongli's face, “I apologize, I just—” the words get caught in his throat. He wanted to do something for Childe at least. Mistaking it as a conflict and offering to help solve it, his questions lead to Childe's unfortunate background. He didn't just suffer from the constant attempts against his life politically speaking… but his own family circumstances as well.

“You should get some rest, Zhongli,” Lumine rubs his back soothingly.

“I'll do that. Thank you for answering my questions.”

 

That night, Childe awoke to the sound of knocking. Getting up from the bed, he opens the door to find a face he least expected to see. “Zhongli?”

“May I come in?”

Hesitating for a second, Childe steps to the side, “Sure.”

“How are your injuries?” Zhongli eyes the side of his head.

“A physician looked into it and administered proper treatment. So, I'm fine now.”

An awkward silence filled the room. Contemplating further would get him nowhere. So Zhongli decided to just be honest, “May I sleep beside you?”

Not quite expecting this development, Childe feels his heart starting to throw a fit. “Come here, then.”

They both slip under the covers. Zhongli opens his arms, “...”

Blinking in surprise and feeling a sense of deja vu, “Zhongli… I told you, I'm fine. And it's not cold here.”

“I know.”

“... Then why?”

“I am not certain as well.”

Despite being unsatisfied with his answer, Childe tucks himself in like last time. “I didn't expect you to come to me this time. Did you eat something weird?”

“No. Only that… During these times, I know I should not leave you by yourself,” Zhongli says.

Childe chuckles, “Are you worried about me? Hahaha—you really are too kind for your own good. Maybe I should take advantage of it.”

“Do as you like, then.”

“Oh~? Let's see. I saved that woman last time so I hope you haven't forgotten your promise.”

“... What do you want?”

Childe looks up, a wide grin on his face, “I just realized I was always the one doing the cooking. If you know how, cook for me?”

“... You—I thought you simply brought the food.”

“No, I cooked for you everyday. Haven't I told you?”

“No.”

“Well, now that you know, why don't you return the favor?”

“Alright. Childe… I am grateful. And your cooking is excellent.”

“Glad you like it~”

“Is there anything else you want? If it's within my ability, I'd be happy to do it for you.”

Childe suddenly becomes quiet, but Zhongli waits for his answer, “There is but… I don't think you can fulfill it so it's not worth mentioning. I'll settle for something else, so do you mind if I just collect it after the war's over?”

“I don't mind, but may I ask what it is?”

“Where's the fun in that if I tell you so easily?”

“Fine. Go to sleep.”

“Yessir!”

“Zhongli.”

Zhongli turns at the sound, knife in hand, “A pleasant day, Your Highness.”

Springing from the wall he was leaning on, Diluc approaches him, “‘Diluc’ is fine. I heard you asked permission to borrow the kitchens. If you wanted to eat something specific, I could just have the maids make it for you.”

“It’s fine. Someone requested this of me, so I have to be the one to make it.”

Diluc was about to ask who it was for, but seeing the fond look on Zhongli’s face automatically made him think of a certain ginger. Deciding he had no desire to confirm it, he changed the topic, “Things are not looking better at the front lines. But I admit, it could’ve been worse if not for that guy. It’s exactly how he predicted it.”

“... He used to be Snezhnaya’s general. It’s no surprise.”

“I don’t know why he’s helping us, but if I find out he’s plotting something, I won’t hesitate to cut off his head.”

Zhongli’s hand stops. He turns to Diluc, “I can assure you, it won’t happen. If it does, you can have my head as well.”

“... Ahem, it was just a possibility,” Diluc clears his throat. “You seem to have a lot of faith in him. I hope you aren’t wrong in trusting him.”

“Have you heard from the other regions?”

Diluc’s brows knit, “Only Sumeru and Inazuma responded.”

“When will you send us to the front lines? I only ask that you let Xiao and the rest stay here and guard the palace.”

“I am not sending you or that guy to the front lines just yet,” Diluc sighs. “We might need you here in case… things get worse.”

“I understand… I am very grateful to you, Diluc.”

“We are not strangers. It is only right that I help you. Your men are also helping us in any way they can. So as an early warning, once we suppress Snezhnaya and restore Liyue, I would like to discuss revisions in our trade agreements. You need not worry, this will take place once your kingdom fully recovers.”

“I see, straight to business. Alright, we owe you as much, for everything you’ve done.”

“I will personally discuss it with you, to make sure the terms are fair,” Diluc gives him a pat on the shoulder, “Enjoy your stay here. Once this is over, how about we go horseback riding again?”

“Sure.”

When Diluc left to check on his brother’s condition, which was steadily improving, Zhongli finishes the dish and proceeds to Childe’s bedroom.

“Zhongli?” Childe opens the door, finding Zhongli with a cart.

“Good morning, Childe.”

“... Come in. Did you… cook these for me? So early in the morning?” Childe takes the cart from Zhongli, butterflies laying rampage in his stomach.

“Yes, but these are not Liyuen dishes, since some of the local ingredients are unavailable.”

“I see, then how about we cook some together next time—” Childe trails off, in the middle of setting up the table, his expression darkening.

“Childe? Is something the matter?” Zhongli leans closer, peering at his face.

“It’s nothing,” Childe waves.

“... If you want me to cook for you again, I will. Let’s take turns from now on,” Zhongli simply says, putting one of the pots on the table.

A hand grabs his shoulder, and the next thing he knew was Childe’s arms constricting around him. “Zhongli, you better be careful with what you say.”

“Did I say something wrong?” Zhongli finds himself winding his own arms around Childe.

“It’s not that,” Childe says.

“Something is bothering you. But you don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” Zhongli pats his back gently.

“Oh, Zhongli,” Childe tightens his embrace. After a while, “Hehe—if someone saw us, they’d think we’re lovers.”

Flustered, Zhongli pulls away. Childe had another one of those goofy grins, “We aren't. Stop joking and eat before the food gets cold.”

Zhongli sits down. Meanwhile, in the corner of Childe’s eyes, he catches a glimpse of something golden outside the window. When he turns his gaze to see what it was, the sight of the twins, who must have been passing by, with their mouths gaping open like fishes out of water greets him. He winks at them, like a cat that got the cream.

“What are you doing, still laughing like an idiot?” Zhongli calls his attention.

“Sorry, sorry. Thank you for the food!”

 

The war continued for a few more months. Everyone had their hands full in a perpetual cycle of preparations, fighting and recovery. Once, reinforcements from the other regions arrived late and Diluc decided to take Childe and Zhongli with him to the front lines. What gave them the upper hand were the other kingdoms that changed their minds and cooperated, for fear of being conquered as well.

When Liyue was finally reclaimed, repairs and renovations followed through. Sitting on the grass in the garden, illuminated by the moonlight was Zhongli. Behind him, the sound of footsteps grew.

Then, he feels the spot beside him sink with weight. Silence ensued for a moment, not because both couldn’t find things to talk about, but because they both couldn’t bring themselves to speak about what would come next.

At last, Zhongli turned his head, opening his mouth but sensing this, Childe spoke first, his eyes still trained in front, “You got your life back. I’m sorry for taking it in the first place.”

“... You helped me get it back. You were the enemy. You had no obligation to, but you did.”

Childe didn’t speak for a moment, as if waiting for Zhongli to continue. No words followed and Childe felt his chest constrict.

He finally turned his head, hiding his pain behind his brightest grin, “I guess this is goodbye then.” He stands. Zhongli scrambled to get up, but Childe instantly turned his back on him to avoid seeing his face. Giving him a lazy wave, “I’ll see you around, Zhongli.”

The latter left standing, feels his heart throw a fit. Childe was already growing distant and he knew letting him walk away would be one of the biggest mistakes of his life. “Wait, Childe!”

Childe whirls around, “Hm?”

Zhongli’s lips trembled, as if he couldn’t find words, so he blurted out as he walked towards him a few steps, “I… I must thank you for… saving my life multiple times.”

Speech left Childe momentarily. But the sadness and guilt were threatening to show, so despite knowing that he didn’t deserve Zhongli’s gratitude, he merely agreed to get it over with quickly “... So? Do it.”

“... Thank you, I am very grateful,” Zhongli says, a hint of disappointment apparent in his face. 

Thinking he was seeing things, Childe hurriedly says, masking it with a spring to his voice, “You are most welcome! Bye then~”

“Wait! Stop!”

This time, Childe’s tone was quiet, “What is it… this time?”

When he finally looked directly at Zhongli, the latter’s eyes looked back with determination, “... You and your family. You have nowhere else to go. Staying here… is your best option.”

Did I hear it right?

Brows raised in surprise, it took a few blinks before the meaning of the words finally sank. Childe laughs out loud, “Hahahahaha—so you mean to rub it to my face? To force me to stay here?”

The implication of the words made Zhongli wince, his voice unsteady, “I… I am not forcing you. I am simply providing you with the easiest option—” he trails off when Childe suddenly and quickly strode to him.

“... We both know there is something else you want to say,” Childe says with a confidence that pushed Zhongli to turn away, but the former caught his cheek in his hand. In a hurried and shaking voice, Childe confesses, “Remember what I said I’d collect after everything’s over? Apart from seeing your face for the last time, Zhongli, I came here to hear you say it. It’s selfish and I don’t deserve it, I know. But I just—I just want to hear you say it. I promise I won't ask for anything else and I’ll leave quietly—”

“Don’t… leave,” Zhongli forces the words out, interrupting Childe.

The offer was too tempting, but the guilt that Childe avoided since then was now consuming him. He trained his gaze downwards, “I’ve put off thinking about it for a long time, Zhongli… but now, I can’t run away anymore. I’m the one who brought your kingdom to ruin. Many died. Including your parents.”

“I know. But you didn’t kill them yourself,” Zhongli argues.

“Snezhnaya was only successful because I was the one they sent to do the job. It doesn’t change the fact that if I wasn’t born, your parents wouldn’t have died.”

“I know that!” Zhongli grabs his collar, tears falling from his face.

“And I hurt you, too. Even now—”

“We were enemies!” Zhongli blurts out. This time, Childe stops. “You took everything from me!”

“...” Childe’s lashes trembled. Now wasn’t the time to cry, but hearing the truth straight from Zhongli’s mouth while seeing all the pain he caused him written all over his face sent a heavy blow to his chest.

Zhongli continues, “You had everything! But you—!” his voice drops to a whisper, “You gave it all up and saved me not just once. I believe you could have left me to die, but you chose to save me. Whether it was guilt or whatever reason, it matters not. Everyday with you was hell, but somewhere along the line, I grew accustomed to it, no matter how much you annoyed me. You corrupted me to the point of no return…”

Childe’s eyes widened as Zhongli sobbed, pulling him closer by the collar so he could press his forehead against his shoulder. “...”

“Annoying brat,” Zhongli complained.

“...” Childe felt the wet patch on his shoulder growing. Concerned, he pats Zhongli’s back, but does not go further than that.

“Don’t be so full of yourself. In one way or another, Snezhnaya would’ve thought of their plans or they would’ve resorted to other strategies. It could be months or years later, but I know they would’ve found someone as competent as you. They would succeed because Liyue let its guard down. If it wasn’t you… if it was somebody else, do you really believe they would let me or anybody else live?”

“...” Childe swallows hard.

“You want to atone? Then, do as I say. Because I know… I just know that from now on, I will never be truly happy without you.”

Childe’s last thread of restraint breaks. Both of his hands make their way to Zhongli’s face, turning it up to gaze at him. “I just wanted to hear you say I meant something to you, heh, but I got something better instead. So… what do you want me to do?” He knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from Zhongli anyway.

And Zhongli indulges him, tears still falling from his eyes, “Stay and make me happy, useless brat.”

In an instant, Childe transfers his hand to the back of Zhongli’s head, and his other arm around his waist, pulling him in. Zhongli closes his eyes, reveling in the warmth of Childe’s lips on his. He lets go of Childe’s collar, wrapping his arms around his neck and kisses him back.

A moment later, Zhongli breaks the kiss. Childe was pulled out of his daze, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… improper to do it in public.”

“Eh?”

“I’ll have the servants show you to your room. We can talk again tomorrow. Good night, Childe,” Zhongli says, turning around and walking away.

A strong grip around arm stopped Zhongli. When he looked back, Childe’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes darting to the side. “Zh—Zhongli… will you… eat with me and my siblings tomorrow? And—and Aether and Lumine, too…”

Zhongli’s brows rose in response, then, he smiled, knocking the wind from Childe’s lungs, “I would love to.”