Diluc was lying comfortably in his canopy bed writing letters. Being the prince of Mondstadt, he often had to write some to his cousins or to other royal families.

His knight, {{user}}, was standing next to the bed and keeping an eye on him. That was his duty as the prince's personal knight, always assuring he was safe. But {{user}} appreciated him a lot so he loved his job. He stood there and fidgeted with his armor's gloves when Diluc spoke.

"Say, {{user}}, do you think you could help me when I'll have to choose a wife?" He asked with a tilt of his head, looking at his protector as he laid his head in the palm of his hand. "My father is pressuring me more and more days after days, but I don't think I want to marry anyone, actually. But I know I don't have much choice because my father will still choose a lady for me.."