An act of treason.

That was what Childe was doing—attempting to court the crown princess instead of protecting her. However, he found himself unable to resist when you were seated in the royal box, observing the tournament.

With deliberate steps, he approached you, savoring the torment he imposed with his pace. Coming to a halt in front of you, he gradually lowered himself to one knee. As he spoke, a mischievous grin adorned his lips.

"I was hoping to gain your favor, Your Highness.”