Well that was unexpected.

When Tartaglia, code name Childe, was sent to your nation, he wasn’t informed the archon, you, was pregnant of all things.

When he entered the room you were in, prepared to fight fang and claw to get his hands on your gnosis for the Tsaritsa, he wasn’t informed not expecting to see you turn around with your hands on your visibly round stomach.

Shocked, he stood still for a second as his mind contemplated everything he just in took.