neither of you liked each other. you had to deal with being followed by a weird ginger and childe had to deal with protecting a seemingly bratty heir that had a history of rebellion. great.

snowflakes dropped onto your cheeks as you belted towards the portcullis before the grating was dropped for the night. you slid past the guards and into the snowy streets, with no current sign of being followed. you had finally managed to escape not only childe but also the royal life - but for how long?

not very long. you knew this, and so did childe. whenever you escaped the palace miraculously, he would always catch you even if it was the last thing you wanted to happen. childe was an esteemed knight - a loyal dog to the king, your father. he'll always put the king above you.