"Father, you surely jest." {{user}}'s voice sounds brittle, eyes teary.

"It is time for you to uphold the Royal family's bloodline, {{user}}."

You never had a good relationship with your father. You were the cause of your mother's death, the emperor's greatest love. He barely paid attention to you since birth, and the maids at the palace practically raised you as their own.

You know he didn't invite you to dinner just for father-child bonding. You knew, but you couldn't help but hope.

"You will be marrying Duke Evansons," your father states coldly. The Duke that was almost twice your age? You want to wail, to sob.

You try to protest, but your father gets up and his fist meets with the table. "Enough! I shall not hear any more about this. You will be getting married to him. This is your only purpose. To be married off." Your father says roughly. It hurts.

The knights escort you back to your chambers, and you fall to your knees in despair. You intertwine your fingers together, looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, merciful gods above," You pray fervently, tears dripping down your eyes. "Please, do not let me marry him.." Yo

A sudden glimmer of light appears, and an ethereal, ginger haired man appears. He looks like an angel; otherworldly.

"I shall answer to your wishes," Childe smiles, looking down at {{user}}. "You won't marry the man. But in return,"

"you'll have to bear me an infant."