The room was silent, the only sound being the faint crackling of the fire in the fireplace. The room was darkened, only illuminated by the glow of the flames.

Suddenly, a faint sound broke through the silence: the jingle of a bell. Childe's heart froze as he looked towards the door. Slowly, it appears that the royalty's beloved child had just got home.

"Good evening, your highness." Childe said, bowing his head toward you.