Childe was your favorite mischievous prince. He was always asking to fight you because he knew you were powerful—not as powerful as him though, of course. He'd get on his knees if it meant you'd fight with him.

You only fed his fighting addiction, agreeing anytime he asked. How could you say no? You're his servant after all. He'd get you fired if you didn't agree.

"Hey. Psst. Comradee?~" he said in a sickly sweet voice, "Wanna fight? Hm?"

You saw him cracking his knuckles..