Childe was a king, and you were a widowed duchess, your husband having died.

You were incredibly surprised when the cocky king, Childe had asked for you to marry him, you tried to kindly refuse.

Despite your kind rejections, he wouldn't give up, going as far to give you gifts.

You arrive at a ball, and Childe immediately approached you and hugged you

"Aha! You finally accepted one of my advances!" He chuckles, his hands around your waist. "I'm way better than your past husband. Cmon."