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║➳ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜, 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦, 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐲.𝐧
— 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐀𝐔, 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑈 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡! 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
☆𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚋𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚢𝚟𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛
◤✎...◢ ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ,ɴᴊᴏʏ!~
Diluc
You've been with the emperor for a year now. Your alliance with Diluc was entirely political, and before his death, the previous emperor, Crepus Ragnvindr, expressed a desire to marry his son. By the time the harem system in the empire was abolished five years ago. After the death of the Empress, the harem was immediately disbanded, and five years later it disappeared from the palace system altogether. Your parents were good friends of Krapus, so an alliance was formed with your kingdom. You were familiar with Diluc, you saw each other a couple of times in childhood. But you didn't resist the will of your parents, you're a princess, how could you?
You may not have seen each other for a long time, but your first meeting after so many years went extremely smoothly. You had a lot of topics to discuss and quite similar interests. So, out of a marriage of convenience, real tremulous feelings began to appear.
Despite the engagement and the wedding, you consistently went to your native land once a month to see your family, to stay for a couple of weeks, you generally loved to travel, so you stopped a lot along the way, sometimes changing the route. Your passion for people and culture has amazed many. You're a princess, no, moreover, you're the empress now! so stay in the palace as quietly as you should! But no, you were drawn to travel, to people. And Diluc may have become the emperor, but he couldn't lock you in four walls, so he allowed you to leave the empire even more often than you should. Many condemned him for this, saying that if you find someone else, you will run away. But your happiness and joyful stories were worth it to grant you freedom.
— You're late – a voice said in your ear as you crossed the meeting area, — I had to wait for you for twenty minutes. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Startled, you turned around. Diluc. His face was completely calm, as if he wasn't offended at all, but he wasn't. The corners of his lips lifted slightly in a smile.
You haven't seen each other for a month, or maybe a little more. The Emperor did not write to you often, although you always let him know exactly where you were and where to write. On your last trip to your homeland, he did not write at all, and you thought that he had completely lost interest in your company, but imagine your surprise when, on the very first day after returning to the empire, he wrote to you, sending a maid to your chambers and asking for a meeting.
—I didn't expect to see you again.
—Why not? – the man extended his hand to you, wanting to take yours, but you did not respond to his impulse and walked past.
Incomprehension was reflected in the scarlet eyes, but the face did not change, it did not express his confusion. This is the first time you haven't responded to his tactility. Diluc was no fool and understood perfectly well what could have caused your cold.
— I didn't write – he paused, — We were too close, silence would have been good for us.
Before you left, you were always there for him. It wasn't a one-sided desire, you both wanted it, you both craved each other's company, like a traveler in the desert craves water. This makes his silence even more painful for you at first. You waited for his letters every day.
— It was your decision, we didn't discuss it.
—I'm sorry. I took it upon myself – he exhaled and, closing the distance, took your hand in his —You're away a lot. The Empire is your home, until you want to change it. Home is about people, you said so yourself..– He looked away from you and grimaced, but it wouldn't have been noticeable if you didn't know him. — Snezhnaya, Fontaine..You can always find someone important to you there, in your homeland and traveling along the way, and stay. More important than me.
—You know I wouldn't – you interrupted him, but he ignored it and continued.
— You don't have to give an answer, I don't want to restrict your freedom, after all, our parents decided everything for us then, but.. – getting down on one knee, he touched his forehead to your wrist.
Your heart was beating like crazy and ready to jump out of your chest, but the man in front of you just closed his eyes.
— I need a guarantor of your return to me, I want to be sure that you will not disappear without saying goodbye. Make me believe that I'm not just a documented spouse. I have the power, the empire, yes, I could lock you up in four walls. But your happiness and freedom are more important to me, I don't want you to feel constrained next to me, here in the empire. But I'm so afraid, I hope that all these nonsense of the courtiers, these evil tongues of society that echo your departure from me is just a misunderstanding and a delusion..
Tilting his head to the side and recoiling from your hand, he looked at you with vulnerability, almost with pleading.
— Tell me yes, and I'll protect you, and I won't doubt you ever again. I want me to be your choice. Not by the covenant, decision, and deal of our parents. I want to be your personal, sincerely desired choice.
Wriothesley
Warning - little spicy
Outside, the time has long gone past midnight. After dinner, Risley ordered the bathroom to be prepared for the two of you. Many servants were still indignant that or all the time of the harem's existence, he has never used it. And someone even started a rumor that it would be disbanded soon! It would not be surprising, his highness fell in love and sought the reciprocation of an overseas princess for a very long time. Girls in love are still spreading rumors that this is a matter of time, just a political move, a benefit for the empire. Meanwhile, you revel in luxury and love. An engagement, a wedding, the most luxurious and high-profile event in all the times of the empire is coming soon.
A light echo reverberates through the walls of the bathhouse. The place looked more like a spring, which was to be expected from an imperial bathroom. Rose petals floated on the surface of the water, your favorite essential oils were added, there was a bowl of fruits and various dishes on the side, as well as two glasses of wine. The stained glass windows were slightly ajar, letting in a pleasant coolness that fluttered the tulle. There was an incredible view of the moon, the starry sky and the garden. But it seems the emperor found the view in front of him more attractive than outside the window. You were sitting on the edge, dangling your legs into the water, swinging them. You was fingering a pomegranate, rolling the red seeds in you're fingers, humming softly to yourself a melody that you couldn't get out of your head . Your peculiar "mumbling" caressed the man's ears.
Drops were running down your naked bodies, you had just finished bathing, so your naked body was covered by a satin robe resembling a haori. Wriothesley swam up to you, pressing his torso around your legs, he looked at you with loving eyes, just like on the first day of your meeting. You looked at him playfully, running a scarlet pea over his torso and then pressing it to his lips, the man felt the sweet juice by slightly closing his lips, drops trickled down your fingers, he swallowed the food, licking the juice from your hands, a pleasant knot tightened below. You blushed, but you didn't pull your hand away.
— Sweet - he commented , grinning , — And I 'm talking not about a grenade ~
—Your Highness! - you involuntarily swung your legs, creating splashes, you involuntarily laughed when you saw the expression on your lover's face, his hair got wet again. Wriothesley combed it out them back with his hand. So..hot.
— We're alone here, why this formality. Also.. – He moved closer,rising, placing his hands on either side of you , slightly to place a chaste kiss, first on your collarbones, neck, cheekbone, and then on her lips. You let out a long sigh.
— You will soon become an empress yourself, my empress and the ruler of this empire and still my heart.
You smiled . Of course, you are aware of the situation and the rumors that are circulating here and there about your relationship with the emperor. But your love was much stronger, and Wriothesley was ready to prove to the whole world, if necessary, that he didn't need anyone else but you. He really didn't like the whole harem system, and now, more than ever, it was convenient to dissolve it, giving freedom to the concubines, whether they wanted it or not. The current emperor has often aroused the indignation of the inner court, it's time to put an end to it.
— What is it? - asked Wriothesley, pressing his lips to your shoulder, slowly and gently kissing your skin.
—Huh? - you asked distractedly.
— Song. What are you singing?
— I don't know, I heard it today at the bazaar while walking with Navia. I can't get her out of my head now.
The man chuckled, muttering something about his own, and possessively pulled you closer to his waist. Long fingers drew peculiar patterns on the back, you couldn't help but smile at such tenderness, such a thing could only be addressed to you and no one else. Even Wriothesley friends could not imagine such tenderness in their eternally serious and sometimes formidable friend, and girls from the harem who had never been in the emperor's bedroom can only dream of a man looking at them, let alone touching them.
Reaching out, Wriothesley took your chin in his hand and kissed you on the lips, without taking his eyes off you. Fidgeting, you hugged him,placing your hands on his shoulders, then hugging his neck, and an exhale escaped from his lips, he pulled you a little closer to him, lifting you from where you were sitting and hugging you, you did not resist, on the contrary, you helped by wrapping your legs around him, making the task easier, to make it easier to hold you down.
A long, wet kiss, you barely had time to catch your breath, the satin robe was already off your shoulders, giving the emperor more room to kiss. You could barely contain your moans, ragged sighs escaped your lips.The feeling of teeth on the soft skin of your shoulder reverberated in your lower back, a shudder went through your whole body, and involuntarily a moan escaped from your mouth.
— Wriothesley.. – it sounded plaintive, but you didn't want him to stop.
— How good you are - he said, nuzzling the base of your neck, and you went limp in his arms.
The man purred softly, not in a hurry to let go, tracing a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones, you began to involuntarily fidget, your legs trembled from the wave of excitement that swept over you.
There was a mumble from the bathroom walls, but this time it was a man's, and he started humming the same song as you did earlier.
— It seems my love is already burning with impatience, can we continue in the bedroom? - he said, rising from the spring, holding you with one hand, setting aside a bowl of fruit with the other so as not to drop anything.
You mumbled something into his neck, pressing your whole body against him. Wriothesley grinned, kissing you on the temple, hugging you, and headed to bedroom to continue the beautiful night, your night that promised to be pleasant and long. It's still a long way from morning.
Alhaitham
—Madam, the emperor is calling you – the maid's displeased voice was heard from the exit.
You were standing at the window watching what was happening in the courtyard. The children of Nilu, your friend, were frolicking near the fountain. The twins were chasing each other, it seems, one took the other's toy, and the other tried to take away his brother's rightfully owned thing. Their nanny was standing a little to one side, making sure they didn't fall into the water or get hurt. At your request, Alhaitham, the Emperor, allowed Nilou to stay with you temporarily. You were incredibly grateful to him for being able to spend time with your friend.
You were the first woman in the palace with such power. Not to mention the harem and the servants who couldn't stand you. A kind, slightly clumsy, seemingly ordinary girl, but the emperor turned everything upside down for you, you are now the mistress here, you are the mistress and you need to be treated appropriately. At first, you were too soft and careless. One girl from the harem who craved the attention of Alhaitham and dreamed of a night with him, head over heels in love with him. The emperor, who did not show much interest in the harem due to his busy work and the affairs of the empire, and now he has completely forgotten about its existence as soon as you with the appearance of you within the walls of the castle. She tried to poison you. Fortunately, everything turned out well and you managed to be saved. When the scoundrel was found out, she was publicly forced to drink a bottle of poison, and she received a long, painful and shameful public death. Now, before the food is on the table and you start eating, it is checked for poison. In the empire, everyone knows how the emperor's anger can be when it comes to his beloved. You, in turn, have become more vigilant, more serious, and more careful. But despite everything that has happened, you are just as sweet and kind-hearted. While Alhaitham is in charge of the empire's affairs, you participate in the life of the people, make donations, go out to the city once a week and distribute food and supplies to those in need. Everyone says that you are the best pair of rulers in the history of the empire.
After knocking a couple of times, you entered the office. Alhaitham looked up at you, looking up from the scrolls, and beckoned you over. You smiled at him, coming up, and he hugged you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, kissing you gently. You sighed while stroking the man's head.
— Can you take a break? Let's have tea together? - he just nodded but didn't let you go — Haitham, how can I make us tea if you don't let me go? - you laughed softly.
— Order the maid. What else are they needed for, this is their job, they get coins don't just to wander around the palace – the man mumbled unhappily. You sighed, tapping on the forehead Alhaitham . He hissed in displeasure as he stared at you in pain.
— You can't treat the servants like that. Yes, the situation inside the palace is complicated, but they are also people. Moreover, I want to make tea for you myself. You said that no one made you tea better than me - you scolded him like a child, and then softened in the last statement.
Alhaitham returned to work, and when you finished making tea, you entered the office and put a tray with everything you need for tea on a small table by the sofa. Your husband is too wrapped up in his work again, even though you haven't been away that long. You've already circled the study, looking at the shelves of books, various scrolls, and figurines. Realizing that the man had already forgotten that he wasn't alone in the office, you sighed, picked up a cup and decided to put it right in front of Haitham's nose, before calling him loudly enough to attract attention. But it seems you didn't take into account that the cup would be too hot..
Initially, the tea that Alhaitham drinks was tasteless for you, but you are the first one who could please this snob and whose tea he drinks with pleasure, and it turned out to be completely accidental.
Leave the tea a little longer than necessary, and you'll drink the bitterness. The closer to the bottom of the mug, the worse it gets - for him, this is the best drink option, strong, invigorating.
Many people do not understand black tea without sugar, they do not understand how you can love it, how you can choose it if you have delicious tea with sugar. There is black tea diluted with water — all this tastes better than bitter black tea.
— Your stupidity is incurable! Well, I told you that you need to put away the papers before you put tea on my desk – the emperor was your black tea without sugar
He is rude, arrogant, and seems to care only about himself and his work, but the longer you drink this tea, the more you taste it and finally feel a pleasant taste in your mouth after each sip.
Alhaitham looks at your guilty appearance with displeasure. The scrolls and the financial report for this month that he was working with were soaked through, all because of your carelessness. You'll have to fill it all out again. The man grimaces and holds out his hand to you, urging you to do the same, and you respond to his actions.
Gently pulls you towards him, not close, but close enough. Displeasure can be seen in him, but another thought seems to appear in his eyes.
— You're not burned? – a question, and silence in response. He knows he was rude - you did something stupid, he shouted out of emotion.
First, the fright from spilled tea on the scrolls, then his scream – like a the cherry on the cake , a sense of guilt for spoiling the work.
He sighs.
— Okay, I was hasty in my emotions, this is just a report – he stretches out his hands to your face, puts them on your cheeks and kisses your forehead — Come on, calm down, I'll put everything in order here, I just started filling everything out, so it's not scary – In response, you just nod, barely holding back tears.
Alhaitham sighs, pulling you to him, sitting you on his lap, you looked at him in disbelief.
— I'm really sorry. It seems you said that you would like to spend time together in the city, You mentioned like there's a festival today, but I forgot about it plunging headlong into work . Let's go together? - you were blinking at him.
Is that really what he's saying? Really? You couldn't contain your joy as you hugged him.
You finally smiled, and he felt as if the weight of the whole world had been lifted from a man's shoulders. He hated your tears, and he hated the fact that they were because of him even more.
—Then it's just you and me?
— Yes, my love, just you and me - he kissed you, cherishing you in his arms.
The tea that was on the tray got cold while your hearts were burning with love.
Tartaglia
Ah, the young heir, the future emperor, Tartaglia. From a young age, he was known for his exploits and adventures, he won two battles, repelled many attacks and helped others. Many prophesied that the empire could sleep peacefully under his rule. Ajax is always drawn to travel, he has built friendly relations with many countries, in truth it was said that the century of his reign would be considered the century of prosperity of the empire. On one of his travels, he met you. A beautiful dancer.
Your parents sold you to the sultan of a neighboring kingdom, you were his concubine, but fortunately for you, this old bastard wasn't physically attracted to you, but he really liked the way you moved. While the other ladies waited on him in bed, you danced for the old man, receiving no less outfits and gold. You were more than happy with that. You loved music, you loved dancing, and you also adored jewelry and jewelry. Therefore, every time the opportunity arose and the sultan asked what he could give you, you chose jewelry from his treasury, only occasionally could you ask for overseas dishes and embroidered outfits. But lately, you've been scared by the Sultan's gaze. He... was lustful, the same way he looked at the girls he invited to his bed. You grew up, began to form and become a beautiful woman, you began to have shapes, and dancing only made your figure more attractive. Now not only aesthetically, but also in a more erotic way.
Childe was invited to the Sultan's celebration. The young heir helped the old man to protect the borders from enemy attacks, thanks to Ajax and his leadership of the army, the ruler was able to avoid a much greater number of victims and win the battle. He was indebted to the brave warrior. And so, at the feast, he invited the best women of the harem, the best dishes were served on the table and the best music was played. There were many guests and notables who wanted to meet the young man in person. Tartaglia's parents doted on their son and were proud of him and his achievements.
— Well, my friend, look at the best flower of my harem - the music started playing, you started your performance.
You're eyes were sparkling, and there was a twinkle in them. You were able to capture the attention of the audience, you attracted all eyes to yourself as soon as you started playing melodies. It wasn't about the outfits, it wasn't about the makeup-you exuded such energy that no outfit or image could match you and your beauty. Watching you dance, Tartaglia was stunned. He had never been particularly interested in female company, only in battles, sparring, traveling and spending time with his comrades. You were the first to ignite the fire of passion and desire in him. Yes, he's seen a lot of beauties, but you.. You clung to others and did not let go, did not get out of the head of everyone who had a chance to communicate with you and watch your dance.
—Old man, you said that I could ask for anything I wanted," the young man began a conversation with the sultan.
— Oh, did you really decide to make it easier for me and finally decide for yourself what you want? What kind of weapon are you interested in this time? Or maybe you've come up with something more interesting this time – he grinned, stroking his beard.
—I want her – the sultan froze at the warrior's request. You were his delight, there is not a single dancer who could outshine you or replace you.
But.. A deal is a deal. If it wasn't for Tartaglia, he and his people have had their heads blown off. Reluctantly, he agreed to give you up. He could have given any concubine with great pleasure, he was glad that the young man finally began to show attention to the fair sex, but he chose you, and the sultan could not hide how upset he was.
And now, you've been living in Ajax's palace for six months. Unlike the Sultan, the red-haired youth's empire did not have a harem system, but in general, the rest was not much different. Women were still shackled by men, but you had privileges. That's right, you're the heir's favorite. Childe's parents couldn't help but rejoice that their son had finally paid attention to something other than duels and eternal sparring. They accepted you with dignity, unable seeing how in love his son is. Tartaglia itself seemed to you very interesting and interesting, it had a spirit of adventurism and excitement, young blood was raging in it. And there was a lot to discuss with him and really have a good time, especially when compared with your previous host. You were the hostess here, even if you were still not quite used to a luxurious life.
Today you decided to go out to the bazaar, go shopping and maybe find something interesting. You haven't given up dancing, you've enjoyed it so far, so you've been given a whole ballroom with lots of mirrors and attributes, anything you want, just to have a smile on your lips.
You've already walked through the fair, and you were pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere around Childe. He was adored by the people, even among the commoners he had enough friends and comrades, the children looked up to him, the aunts treated him like a grandson, it touched. A group of children stopped you at the fair, the girls wove a wreath of flowers for you, one of them wove the remaining flowers into your hair. Tartaglia played with the boys, teaching them some techniques on wooden swords. You felt like you belonged, you were finally at home. After finishing with the wreath and hair, the girls showed their work to your lover. He looked at you, you were beautiful, even the boys he was playing with froze, and one said
—You're so beautiful, like a princess!
— Hay, kid, this is my princess, watch your words – Ajax been patted the boy on the head, as if expressing his indignation and jealousy. You just laughed.
While you were watching the boys, you also made a wreath and went up to Tartaglia and asked him to bend down, he obediently obeyed and you put a wreath on him, even if it wasn't as perfect as the girls do for you, but you tried. He was happy, and hugging you, he turned you around and kissed you, and the children watching you froze, embarrassed, and the boys pointed at you. Look! The bride and groom!
You were embarrassed, recoiling from your lover, it seems you blushed to the tips of your ears, and Ajax broke into a satisfied, sly fox smile.
Now you've finally reached the store which you originally went to. You wanted to look for new shoes, because on your wedges were already starting to come off and the sole was flimsy. While you was looking at the presented assortment, you noticed out of the corner of your eye a jewelry store nearby. Your eyes sparkled like a magpie's. How you loved a variety of precious stones and jewelry. Tartaglia needed only one glance from you to understand that you want the same jewelry that was presented on the mannequins and shone beautifully on the counter, showcase.
And now he was dragging you by the hand to a nearby jewelry store, twining your fingers.
By the time you realize what's happening, he's already talking to the owner behind the counter. His lips stretch into a charming smile as he turns to you.
— Do you want silver or gold? Or maybe these ones with stones?
— Tartaglia, I really don't need this, we actually came for shoes, where did you pull me? - you frowned as the seller brought several options for gold necklaces with various precious stones so that you could try everything.
The seller carefully opens the box and your eyes light up from what you see. Oh, how beautifully everything shimmers and glitters. Which creates even more reasons to buy everything in the eyes of your lover.
Ajax carefully takes one of the proposed necklace , trying it on and helping you put it on. He gently removes your hair, which was recently braided by children, gently straightening everything, asking if it is too tight. What a gentleman.
His fingers linger for a moment, sliding over your skin, tracing the line of your cheekbones, descending to your collarbones. His gaze softens, his eyes are fixed on you and he looks at you in such a way that you almost melt.
— It suits you so well, honey, you look so charming .. - the young man says with bated breath, it seems he has almost lost the power of speech, you look so amazing that it seems not the necklace adorns you, but you are his.
After a short silence, Tartaglia takes out a bag of coins. He turns his head to the salesman, still watching you out of the corner of his eye, as if he can't take his eyes off you. The salesman's voice brings him back to reality at the moment
— which option his Highness would prefer to take for his beloved?
— We'll take everything you brought - he gets a push from you and an indignant, shocked sigh.
It's too much!
But Tartaglia is already paying for the purchase, the gold coins are sparkling in the seller's eyes. One of the young man's purchases is his monthly salary, and he also left a tip. As a sign of gratitude, the seller added several rings and a tiara to the purchase, which would beautifully complement the image of the necklace that your lover bought for you. It seems his generosity has no limits when it comes to you.
You bite your lip in an attempt to frantically come up with a few objections, anything to stop him from spending so much on you, even though you knew he wouldn't budge an inch if he decided to spend that much.
You relaxed with a sigh, and after you gave up, you noticed a sly smile on his lips. That's a fox.
He accepts a bag of jewelry from the seller, thanks him, and leaves with you, satisfied with his purchase. On the other hand, you seem to feel ..It's quite the opposite.
Lowering his voice to a whisper, the words that were initially stuck in his throat find a way out.
— You don't have to spend that much on me..
— Hmm? Why not? – Childe asks, as if he doesn't quite understand the answer, innocently tilting his head to the side — What else should I do with all my money?
— You could have.. I don't know.. Make donations, invest.. Ah, I do not know.. I just want to say that you don't have to spend so much and often on me.
Initially, you wanted to say "save up" but then you realized that he had more than enough money, even a lot. After all, he is the heir, besides, he is also a commander, a warrior. Even if it wasn't for the status of the future emperor, he has quite a large salary for his services.
— But honey, – he looks at you with the most dreamy gaze, loving and cherishing. And oh my God, you've already been charmed by that cheeky grin — You are my best investment, if I cannot provide for the desires of my beloved woman and allow her wishes, then how can I ensure the peace and prosperity of the empire if the future Empress does not get everything she wants. A happy and contented empress is the prosperity and happiness of the people, as well as the pride of the emperor — Tartaglia explained intelligently, as if he were saying the most obvious truth.
— You're so stupid
— You're trying in vain to hide your smile, honey, I can see everything~
Childe took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips, leaving a kiss without covering eye contact with you.
— If necessary, I will throw the whole world at your feet, get any jewelry and treats, any thing, even though I will give you the entire treasury and the entire empire. All I want in return is to see you smile.
@ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ-ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴄᴀᴛ • ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪꜱᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ~ ♡
