Promises beneath the Stars

As the day slipped away, the skies blended into a sea of golden hues and welcomed in the evening. A soft glow like a thousand dancing fireflies littered the Liyue horizon. A gentle beat of drums erupted from the continent, as hordes of ships docked at the harbour.

Visitors ventured from far across Teyvat for the auspicious Lantern Rite Festival. What started as civilians releasing paper lanterns into the wind as a beacon to guide their soldiers home and to keep their resolve burning brightly in the night sky grew into a celebration to commemorate those who’d sacrificed their lives during the Archon War, becoming a Festival of Remembrance. A tradition spanning over the last five centuries and continued even after Rex Lapis’s death divided the nation.

At the end of the wooden deck, a towering gentleman stood, holding his stature like royalty. His expression remained stoic, his attire adorned in earthy hues that complemented his two-toned ponytail that cascaded down his back. His amber orbs glanced at each ship that docked into the Liyue harbour, but in the hours he’d spent masquerading as a silent sentinel, the one ship he was awaiting hadn’t yet arrived.

The gentleman massaged his temples. ‘I gave the boy one task, yet it seems he’s refused my invitation. No matter, the Lantern Rite Festival will go ahead as planned without him.’ As he withdrew himself from the deck, he heard a call from the sea from a familiar voice. He smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

‘Hey! Master Zhongli.’

A large emissary ship drew itself into the Liyue harbour, a sharp chime of a bell announcing its arrival. Ice-white sails emblazoned with the Snezhnayan royal crest. The Fatui envoy, Zhongli’s guest of honour, had returned to Liyue soil for the first time since their involvement in the assassination plot of Rex Lapis.

‘I was beginning to think you’d never arrive. Problem on the seas or did you misplace your watch again?’ the retired Archon teased.

The Fatui envoy chuckled, ‘Good one. While your humour might have improved, you haven’t changed a bit,’ he called back. Instead of waiting for the ship to fully dock, he threw himself off the side of the ship and landed onto the wooden deck with a heavy thud.

Zhongli smirked knowingly at the envoy. ‘I could say the same about you. Late as always, Childe. What kept you?’

The Eleventh Harbinger, known as Tartaglia by many, the monster that’d brought an end to Rex Lapis and Childe by others. An alias he was given, yet came to represent his true nature; just a young man with a lot of power and a heart just looking to have fun. While the scars from his time in the Abyss and the Fatui ran deep, he remained the man he’d chosen to be and refused to allow those experiences to shape him into the monster some believed him to be.

‘Fatui business,’ Childe said, brushing off the question. ‘It wasn’t easy to leave Snezhnaya, nor was it easy to return to Liyue after everything that’s happened.’

Zhongli bowed his head to acknowledge the envoy’s admission. ‘Allow me to extend my gratitude for accepting my invitation, even if you have arrived later than expected.’

Childe chuckled at the comment, ‘Isn’t it customary for the guest of honour to arrive late?’

The retired archon furrowed his brow and sucked in his breath, ‘Idle chatter will not get us to our destination quicker,’ he said sternly.

‘Do you mean the festival?’

‘No. You cannot partake in the Lantern Rite in your current attire. While Liyue and Snezhnaya share a bond, I ask you to respect our customs. Traditional attire must be worn as a symbol of respect.’

‘Huh, what do you mean?’ Childe pulled out the invitation from his jacket and turned it over in his hand. ‘There’s no dress code listed here. How long before the festival begins? Have I got time to buy an outfit?’

Zhongli chuckled, ‘It’s nice to see you so spirited, but I took the liberty of commissioning a garment for the occasion.’

A silence fell between them. The envoy glared at him with icy daggers.

‘Don’t tell me you’ve bankrupted yourself on my behalf?’

The concept of Mora had always been lost on the Geo Archon, but Childe hoped that after his time spent with the Traveller, he’d finally understood the currency of his continent better.

‘Nonsense. I only wish for you to feel at home with our customs,’ Zhongli said with a knowing smile.

‘So where are we heading?’ Childe asked, not wishing to argue with the retired Archon any longer.

‘As the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I thought it only appropriate that we change into our attire there. Due to your late arrival, it’s unlikely Director Hu Tao will be present when we arrive.’

Childe shook his head knowingly; under no circumstances was his old friend going to cease teasing him about his tardiness. He’d spent a lifetime rolling with the punches, and in his mind, this would be no different. He shrugged and said, ‘Alright, lead on.’

Zhongli led his guest of honour through the bustling harbour, bowing his head in greeting to those who passed by. The vast wooden strip was dominated by large ships, proudly displaying the banners of their homelands.

Childe recognised a single ship at the head of the fleet. Their crimson-inked paper sails draped from the rafters were unmistakable. He’d the unfortunate pleasure of a few run-ins with the Captain, Beidou. He shuddered, recalling the times her fierce stare was fixed upon him, as if she was watching his every move. Her presence drove the Fatui’s business dealings underground to avoid prying eyes.

But as the pair passed her ship, the Captain was nowhere to be seen. There were two individuals, their arms laden with wooden crates. Vibrant orange brocade caught his eye, one embroidered with autumn leaves, the other with tiny blossoms.

‘Ah, Master Zhongli.’ A male voice called. ‘Do you have a moment?’

The retired Archon stopped in his tracks, ‘I’m late for a prior engagement, but I suppose I can spare some time. What can I assist you with?’ he asked.

One of the wooden crates was set down, revealing a young man with white-blonde hair with a vivid orange streak running through his tresses. One side of his kimono was draped by his side, the autumnal-coloured brocade decorated with intricate maple sleeves.

‘Pardon my interruption. I assure you I’ll be swift.’ He bowed to the gentleman. ‘On behalf of The Crux, I would like to thank you for your hospitality.’

‘Master Kazuha was it?’ Zhongli asked, resting his index finger beneath his chin. ‘Pray tell. Might I inquire about the whereabouts of your Captain?’

‘Ah, when we arrived at Liyue harbour, Captain Beidou claimed to have urgent business with Lady Ningguang and the Adepti.’

‘I see,’ Zhongli said with a frown. ‘A shame. It would’ve amused me to hear the gratitude pass from her lips, but alas. The pleasure is mine.’

‘Okay, I think that’s the last of them.’ A feminine voice came up beside Kazuha. ‘Wait, you mean to tell me I’ve been hauling the stock around just so you can chit-chat. Unbelievable.’

Childe laughed. ‘And who might this firecracker be?’ he asked.

She shot him a glance, ‘I’m Yoimiya, but you can refer to me as Queen of the Summer Festival,’ she replied with a smirk. ‘I run Naganohara Fireworks from Narukami Island in Inazuma. This is my first time in Liyue. I can’t wait to partake in the Festival.’

Zhongli bowed his head in gratitude, smiling knowingly. ‘It is a pleasure to have you celebrate with our people. Now I’m afraid we must be off. I hope to see you tonight at the Festival. If you’re not too busy, try to enjoy yourself in between work.’

‘Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’

The pair continued on their journey, leaving the Crux’s crew to continue with their work. Out of the harbour and onto the streets of Liyue, Lantern Rite Festival preparations were fully underway. Paper lanterns of every imaginable size were strung up high into the air on thin strings. Smaller square lanterns were placed along the cobblestones, depicting forgotten heroes who’d bravely given their lives in the Archon war. Such was the nature of the Lantern Rite Festival. Patterns inked in crimson and golden stained the cream surfaces, some with well-wishes to be delivered to the afterlife, others symbols of gratitude and eternal rest.

Childe spied a group of small children with brushes in their hands, ink-stained their skin, but they giggled amongst themselves, painting on their paper kites.

‘I can’t wait to fly these together,’ one of the children squealed.

‘It’s going to be so much fun!’ Another replied.

The Fatui envoy forced a smile as he walked past them, but inside, he was battling his own demons. He wished his childhood had looked more like the scene in front of him, but the notion was laughable. His childhood was stolen from him by the same people he called his comrades.

Large wooden frames had been erected on the main street, lining the cobblestone path. A golden glow radiated from the paper lanterns held in place inside the frames, guiding the pair to their destination. As they approached the entryway to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a small pale girl burst through the front door.

Zhongli hurried to her side, ‘Director Hu Tao, are you well?’ he asked, furrowing his brow. He offered her his hand.

But she pushed it away. ‘I’m fine,’ she said, brushing herself down. ‘I was so busy with the Festival preparations that the time ran away with me.’

Childe chuckled to himself, watching intently to see if the retired Archon would chew her out the same way he had been. He folded his arms across his chest and waited. But the moment he hoped would come never did. He frowned.

Instead of chewing Hu Tao about her poor timekeeping, Zhongli simply consoled the girl.

‘Please forgive my intrusion, but is there somewhere else you ought to be?’ he asked, the lightness in his voice unsettled his Fatui companion.

‘I was supposed to meet an important visitor at the Xinyue Kiosk,’ she explained. ‘I hope I’m not too late. I’d hate for them to miss the Lantern Rite this year due to my negligence.’

Childe’s ears perked up. ‘Someone we might know?’ he asked.

Hu Tao smiled a wicked, knowing smile. ‘I guess that all depends on whether they’re still there. I can only hope they’ll pardon my absence.’

Zhongli returned her smile. ‘Don’t let us keep you for your duties. We will see you later this evening. I do hope you’ll be joining us for the banquet.’

‘I’ll be there, now if you don’t mind. I cannot keep my guest waiting another minute longer.’

The retired Archon turned back to his guest and gestured to the entryway, ‘Shall we?’ he suggested. ‘We can discuss matters over tea.’

Childe grinned, ‘Looking forward to it, seems like there’s a lot we need to catch up on.’

‘Indeed, there is.’

The Xinyue Kiosk lit up like a beacon, vibrant silks draped across the entryway, glistening in the golden glow radiating from the paper lanterns. While the streets below bustled with excitement ahead of the looming Lantern Rite Festival, the air around the Feiyun Slope stayed eerily silent.

Inside the pavilion sat a single patron, nursing a steaming cup of tea. Her blonde tresses were styled into a rounded bob with a cluster of pearlescent flowers affixed to her crown.

‘Sorry, Miss, are you sure I can’t get you anything else while you wait?’ a voice caught her attention.

‘Lumine,’ the girl replied softly, glancing up at the clock. She sighed, ’Oh, is that the time already? Sorry, I seemed to have overstayed my welcome.

‘No, you’re quite alright. I’m not needed elsewhere; it’s been a pleasure to serve you. How is the tea? Are you sure I can’t get you another cup?’

Lumine sipped on her tea, ‘Oh, no, that’s alright. The blend is lovely. It’s been a long time since I first tried it.’ She paused, setting her cup down, and asked, ‘Have you been working at the Kiosk a while? I’m sorry, I can’t recall seeing your face before.’

The server shook her head, ‘I’ve only been here a few months. How long ago was your last visit?’ she asked, busying herself by adjusting the table arrangements.

It’s been a few years since I was last here in Liyue. I can’t say too much has changed since my last visit, though.′

‘Have you travelled far?’ the server asked, straightening the cutlery.

Lumine bowed her head, placing a hand to her chest. ‘You could say that, yes. My home is some distance from here.’

A silence fell between them.

‘I apologise, Miss. I didn’t mean to offend.’

‘No, it’s quite all right,’ Lumine replied. ‘Back then, I would keep unusual company to say the least. Perhaps it’s not the continents I’ve travelled to that have changed, but I have as well. I guess that’s why they call it growth.’ She laughed off the notion.

The server smiled politely. ‘It’s a pleasure to welcome you back to Liyue. The blossom in your hair is beautiful. I can’t say I’ve ever seen one like it. Is it from your homeland?’

Lumine returned her smile, ‘Oh, this?’ she raised her hand to touch the pearlescent petals, ‘It’s an Inteyvat flower, it grows exclusively in K-’

The door of the Kiosk flew open, slamming into the wall. A petite brunette stood in the entryway, her jacket tailcoats fluttering behind her. She moved to lean against the doorframe to catch her breath before staggering inside.

‘I’m sorry to have kept you, Traveller.’

‘Oh, Director Hu Tao. I wasn’t expecting you,’ the server said, still startled from her entrance. She gestured to the chair beside Lumine. ‘Come take a seat, allow me to get you some tea.’

After the server returned with a tea tray in hand. She poured two cups of steaming hot tea and presented a small plate of mooncakes before the patrons.

‘I must take my leave, I’m needed with the festival preparations outside.’ The server said, taking a bow before exiting the Kiosk.

‘Thank you, see you again,’ Lumine called after her.

‘Have you been waiting long?’ Hu Tao asked sheepishly.

‘It’s not the longest I’ve had to wait. Besides, the company was nice, and the tea was even better.’ The Traveller laughed. ‘But these mooncakes are delicious.’

‘I promise you they’re nothing compared to the feast Xiangling has prepared for the Lantern Rite,’ Hu Tao explained. ‘There’s something about her meals that fills your stomach and comforts the soul. Even those departed speak highly of her cuisine.’

Lumine glanced at her companion, ‘Are you going to tell me why I was personally invited to the Lantern Rite Festival?’ she asked. ‘I haven’t visited Liyue since...’ She considered her next words carefully. Her mind swarmed like a vortex.

‘Since I was falsely accused of assassinating Rex Lapis...’

‘Since I witnessed the final battle in the Age of the Adepti...’

‘Since I fought with the man I thought I loved and witnessed him become a monster before my eyes...’

‘Since I continued my journey throughout Teyvat to reunite with my brother only to learn cruel, dark secrets of a region I thought I knew...’

‘Since before I took my place at my brother’s side and became the very thing I could only dream about...’

‘Yes, time certainly has flown by.’ Hu Tao finished the sentence for her.

Lumine sighed, ‘I guess you could say that.’

The Director sipped on her tea, winced at the bitterness, and added several spoonfuls of sugar to her cup. ‘You were invited here to celebrate with us. It has been three years since the Age of Adepti concluded. Your strength aided us in the battle, but I’m sure you can agree that there was little time afterwards to celebrate your heroics before you were spirited away on another adventure.’

‘Yes, back then all I could focus on was finding my brother.’

Hu Tao grinned knowingly. ‘The tales of your travels have reached us even here in Liyue, and across the nation of Teyvat too, I have no doubt. Your journey has been perilous, I’m sure, but your efforts have not gone unnoticed.’

‘Thank you, it means a lot to hear,’ Lumine said softly.

‘How is your brother, Aether, was it?’

‘It’s been quite different for us both. He seems to be settling into his new duties. For me, I’m finding it difficult having to stay in one place all the time, but that’s how things are now.’

‘Do you miss it?’ The Director asked, setting down her cup. ‘Travelling across Teyvat, I mean, not losing your brother.’

The two girls erupted into laughter.

‘Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I never found him. Would things have turned out differently? Would I have continued my journey until I’d found him? Would my fate have stayed the same?’ Lumine said softly. ‘But I’m glad things turned out the way they have. Even if I passed up opportunities along the way.’

Hu Tao spied her curiously, ‘Opportunities?’ she repeated, knitting her brows together. ‘Are we talking employment or the romantic kind?’

Lumine’s cheeks flushed a bright beetroot. ‘I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,’ she squealed, throwing her hands to her face. ‘How did you know I was talking about a guy?’

The Director grinned knowingly, ‘You learn a few things when you’ve spent years communing with the spirits. The question is, who is this guy?’

‘Well...’

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‘This is what you want me to wear?’ Childe asked with a frown. He stood in front of a mirror, turning from side to side to look at the garments he’d been gifted.

Zhongli looked up from his book and glanced at his guest. ‘Is something the matter?’

‘I just feel it’s all a bit much. I hardly recognise myself.’

‘That’s precisely the point. You’re here to celebrate our customs, and I’d like for you to be in traditional attire. Every guest in attendance will be dressed similarly. You needn’t worry about feeling out of place.’

Childe groaned, ‘That’s not what I meant.’ He reached for the uniform he’d worn when he arrived in Liyue. He slipped the golden clasp housing a sapphire orb in the centre from his belt and ran his thumb over the smooth surface. ‘Am I allowed to have a few of my possessions on my person at least?’

‘You don’t have to discard your vision on my account. I might not be the Geo Archon anymore, but it doesn’t mean I forsake others of theirs.’ He rose from the armchair and disappeared behind a wooden screen. ‘I won’t be a moment.’

Childe took his admission for approval, taking his vision and affixing it to his embroidered waistband. The traditional garment he’d been gifted by his long-term business associate kept the colour palette from his Fatui uniform. Stone white, grey and crimson red coming together in a harmonious array. Layers of silk fashioned into a hanfu, robe, jacket, and trouser combination that transformed him from a Fatui envoy into an honoured guest of the retired Geo Archon. Staying true to his status, he kept his signature ruby mask in his copper hair. A symbol he’d always worn as the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, although he’d long fallen from grace, he still kept it close as a memento of the man he once was.

When Zhongli returned, he was no longer wearing his Wangsheng Funeral Parlor uniform but a custom garment of his own. A hanfu of mud brown silk with an ombre into amber orange, long sleeves that bellowed behind him as he walked. A golden dragon emblazoned across his chest and dragon scales on the hem of his sleeves. His floaty, wide-leg trousers looked more like a skirt that sat just above his ankles with the Geo Archon’s symbol decorating the edges. He still retained his signature earring that dangled from his left earlobe, but unlike Childe, he hadn’t adorned himself with a vision or a memento of his time at the Geo Archon.

‘Is everything in order?’ he asked, glancing over at his guest’s attire. ‘Ah, I see you’ve added your own flair to the traditional garment. It’ll do. Come, if we don’t leave soon, we’ll miss the opening ceremony.’

Childe took one final look at himself in the mirror, fixing his fringe. ‘Suppose we ought to get going then. Lead the way, Master Zhongli.’

As they exited the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, they were greeted by a golden orange evening merging into the burning hues that painted the sky. The streets of Liyue were lined with glowing paper lanterns, each painstakingly lit by hand. The citizens of the continent had taken to the streets, gathering in their respective social circles and exchanging pleasantries with one another. Some carried paper lanterns they’d crafted themselves, others carried baskets of offerings for the heroic spirits. Some held back their tears, others wore their smiles bravely.

Several of the citizens bowed to the two gentlemen as they descended to the cobblestones. Despite the destruction the Fatui had wrought in their time spent in Liyue, many of the citizens still regarded Childe in the same respectful manner as they greeted the retired Archon.

‘They’ve every right to be cautious, after everything I’ve done. I don’t deserve their kindness,’ he thought to himself. Though he bowed his head at anyone who greeted him, maintaining a poised smile on his lips, upholding the persona they knew him as, Tartaglia.

‘I probably should have informed you of this information sooner; however, it slipped my memory,’ Zhongli said, pausing in his tracks. ‘If the rumours are to be believed, it appears Lady Ningguang has invited a certain pair of twins to partake in this year’s Lantern Rite Festival. I wonder if they’ve arrived yet?’

’You can’t mean the Traveller and her brother? Childe asked, taken aback by his admission. ‘I thought the two of them would be too preoccupied with rebuilding the Khaenri’ah nation?’

‘From what I’ve heard, it seems the invitation was more than just exchanging pleasantries. We both know how Tianquan’s mind works. I sense she would like to strengthen the relationship between the newly established Nation of Khaenri’ah and the new age of Liyue,’ Zhongli explained. ‘As you know, the Lantern Rite Festival is a symbol of remembering the past while ushering in new beginnings. The stage is set for such a business agreement to be put on the table, wouldn’t you say?’

Childe gave the admission a thought. ‘There’s nothing to suggest they would’ve accepted the invitation though, right?’ He placed his balled fist into his chest. ‘There’s no way either of them will be here.’

‘Who can say for sure. But if it were me having to rebuild an entire nation, I wouldn’t shy away from outside influence. Despite Tevyat’s history with Khaenri’ah, I feel the past should stay where it belongs, and we usher in a new age of peace. Don’t you agree?’

‘I can’t say I disagree. Wars are endless and bring nothing but suffering. The Lantern Rite Festival is proof of that.’

Zhongli gave a single nod to approve his admission. ‘I couldn’t agree more.’

As they pressed on their walk up the main street, Childe noticed a group of young ladies. He flashed them a cheeky wink and chuckled as they erupted into giggles. He couldn’t tell if they were fawning over him or the retired Archon at his side, but he still gave them a wave before they rushed back into the crowd.

‘Master Zhongli.’ A voice squealed from the opposite end of the street, accompanied by hurried footsteps and a chorus of, ‘Excuse me. Pardon me. May I just cut across? Thank you.’ Until a young girl adorned in a crimson hanfu dress with golden embroidery emerged from the crowd. Peach-dyed tresses tumbled down her back with a crown of silk flowers.

‘Oh, Miss Yanfei, are you quite alright?’ the retired Archon asked.

The young woman stood to catch her breath, clutching a large book to her chest. ‘I’m... I’m fine,’ she said. ‘But the Lantern Rite won’t be if-’

‘It looks fine from where I’m standing,’ Childe interrupted.

Yanfei shot him a glare. ‘You don’t understand. Months of preparation have gone into this Festival. I’ve meticulously checked the schedule, but no one can give me confirmation of when they’ll be ready. It’s not too much to ask. I can only pray to the Lord of Geo that the weather will stay on my side at least.’

‘I’m sure even in his eternal slumber, he hears your pleas.’ Childe joked.

Zhongli grimaced at his comment, choosing to ignore the remark, he turned back to the problem at hand. ‘Miss Yanfei, perhaps we can discuss the issues over some tea.’

‘Oh no, I couldn’t possibly. There’s so much to do, and there’s not enough-’

‘Please, I insist,’ the retired Archon said sternly. ‘Childe, I’m afraid I will catch up with you at the banquet. I’m sorry, but this is something I must take care of.’

‘Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you there.’

Zhongli ushered Yanfei off the busy street and disappeared into the nearby teahouse.

Childe turned away, continuing his stroll down the cobblestones. Children sprinted past him, giggling with glee, with paper kites in their hands. He smiled as they passed and watched them disappear down to the harbour.

He wandered up the street until he reached the archway and gazed out at the Liyue harbour. The sea was illuminated with tiny paper lanterns floating on the water’s surface.

As Childe turned his attention back to the central plaza, his eyes fell upon someone he never thought he’d see again. His heartbeat leapt into his throat.

‘There’s no way...’ he muttered, his words coming out hoarse. ‘So the rumours were true.’

He watched as a young and beautiful blonde descended down the wooden steps, floating like an angel in her pastel blue hanfu that billowed out behind her. A halo of light circled her crown, the pearlescent blooms glistening in her hair.

Childe couldn’t keep his eyes off her, losing himself in her beauty. His chest tightened as his heartbeat rang in his ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was drier than cotton wool.

A light wind picked up the silks from her hanfu, creating folds that resembled wings. In that moment, her amber orbs meet with his sapphires. They stayed locked in place, unable to pull away from one another. Lumine’s perfect porcelain face grew weak; she withdrew her gaze from him, turning away before he could see the clusters in the corner of her eyes threatening to water.

Childe inched closer to the steps, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. But Lumine didn’t turn back at him; she followed close behind Lady Ningguang into the oncoming crowd. Paralysed by his anxiety, the shock of seeing the Traveller back in Liyue and his heartbeat pulsing in his ears.

He waited, bidding his time until the crowd thinned. Childe executed his pursuit, trailing behind the crowd while keeping his eyes pinned to his prize, the blonde with a halo of Inteyvat flowers. He skirted around several groups, weaving himself through the foot traffic. But just as Childe got a few feet away from his target, the ground pounded with a heavy beat. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, seeing three looming lion dancers towering over him. He cursed, shuffling backwards to the nearest building, out of the way of the parade.

‘Why didn’t he tell me about this?’ Childe muttered to himself.

Flames licked the cobblestones as the lion dancers marched down the street, matching the beat of the pounding drums. Vibrant oranges, gold, and crimson shimmered in the warm glow of the street lights.

Beneath their feet, yellow rabbit-like plushies skipped around, greeting the children in the crowd and gifting them little chocolate coins. A small girl in a pale green hanfu spun around, giggling as she waved ribbons in the air.

Paper lanterns bobbed alongside the dancers, weaving themselves around their movements. Hu Tao stood at the centre of the spectacle, waving her arms around like a conductor leading the orchestra. The paper lanterns moved with her command, circling her, then floating in opposite directions with a flick of her wrist. She wore a sly grin; the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor uniform she’d worn when Childe had briefly seen her was gone, replaced by an ink-dyed hanfu that ombre into crimson with golden accents. She glanced at the crowd, her eyes falling upon the Fatui envoy. Her grin darkened as she summoned her paper lanterns to illuminate the space around him.

Childe grimaced. ‘The last thing I want is to draw attention.’ He slipped into a nearby alley, hiding himself amongst the shadows. He continued to watch the parade pass by, taking a moment to catch his breath.

‘Ugh, get a grip. You’re the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, start acting like it.’ He coached himself, refusing to hide in the shadows any longer. He shuffled out of his hiding place, hearing the beat of drums and marching footsteps in the distance. ‘Far enough away, I can escape without being spotted, at least.’

As Childe emerged from the shadows, I bumped into two figures walking by.

‘Sorry,’ he grunted.

‘Ah, Master Childe. There you are,’ Zhongli’s voice was a welcome surprise. ‘What are you doing here? I thought you would’ve been at the banquet already.’

‘I was on my way, but was almost trampled by the parade,’ he scowled. ‘Forgot to mention that little detail, did you?’

The retired Archon chuckled, ‘Come now, surely a man of your stature wasn’t startled by a fantastical parade.’

Childe shot him icy daggers and scoffed. ‘I wasn’t scared or anything. Besides, where is this Grand Banquet anyway?’ He quickly changed the topic of conversation.

‘Oh, it’s just a little further up the street. You can’t miss it,’ Yanfei said, stepping out of the gentleman’s shadow. ‘They’ve organised several long tables along the cobblestones, and there’s a line of paper lanterns that’ll lead the way. Everyone’s done an amazing job of everything.’

‘I do hope our little chat helped,’ Zhongli said softly.

Yanfei gave a bow, ‘It was wonderful, thank you again for the tea. I’m afraid I must check in with some outstanding details, if you’ll excuse me.’

‘Are you not joining us for the banquet?’ Childe asked.

Yanfei shook her head, ‘I’d love to, unfortunately, my duties call.’ She took her leave, disappearing back up the street where she’d ventured from.

‘We should be on our way; we wouldn’t want to miss the start of the feast. It’s considered a personal insult to the chef,’ Zhongli said. ‘Shall we?’

Childe sighed, finding the Traveller would have to wait till later.

An idea struck him, ‘What if she’ll be at the banquet. I can’t let the opportunity slip through my fingers again.’

‘Alright. Lead the way,’ he said, buckling to the retired Archon’s whims.

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A gilded archway stood between them and the Grand Banquet. A wooden structure with faded crimson paint and decorated with paper lanterns and gilded ginkgo leaves. Liyue soldiers stood guard on either side of the archway, inspecting the attendees as they entered.

‘What exactly are they looking for?’ Childe asked in a hushed tone.

‘The banquet is for select guests, only those chosen by Lady Ninnguang and her advisors are allowed entry,’ Zhongli explained.

‘I’m surprised I’m even allowed in with my track record.’ Childe chuckled.

The retired Archon grimaced. ‘Yes, I am well aware, but please don’t make a habit of it, especially not during the Festival, if you wouldn’t mind. May I remind you that you were invited here as my personal guest? I ask that you refrain from embarrassing me. I have a reputation to uphold, as I’m sure you’re aware.’

‘Alright, alright. I get it. I’ll be on my best behaviour, Fatui’s honour and all that.’

The guards gave a single bow in approval, allowing the pair through the archway. On the other side, elongated tables were set in the centre of the street, coated in rich crimson silk, that stretched as far as the eye could see.

As beautiful as the scenery was, nothing compared to the blonde standing at the opposite end of the table. She caught Childe’s eyes instantly, but she didn’t look his way. A heavy beat against his ribcage winded him, like his heart was clawing out its prison cell.

Childe gazed longingly at her beauty, the pearlescent floral crown like a halo around her head, her angelic features had him in a vice. Despite wearing grand and traditional garments procured in Liyue from his esteemed colleague, when he looked down at himself, he felt like a peasant in comparison.

‘This way,’ Zhongli’s voice pulled me from his daydream. “We’ve been asked to sit on the east side. Is this agreeable to you?′

‘Yeah, sure. If that’s where the hosts have placed us, we can’t mess with the seating plan, else Yanfei might blow her top.’

‘Come now, she’s doing her best. The Lantern Rite Festival has been a tremendous undertaking for Miss Yanfei, but her efforts have not been in vain,’ Zhongli said, taking his seat at the table.

The Fatui envoy took his place beside his colleague, ‘Looks like the rumours were true,’ he said, picking up his fork and turning it over in his hand.

‘Ah, I see she didn’t escape your notice.’

‘You say she’s here to strengthen the bond between Khaenri’ah and Liyue?’ Childe asked.

‘That’s right.’

‘Why would the Traveller have a say in the negotiations of Khaenri’ah?’

Zhongli pondered the question, ‘Why indeed,’ he said quietly. ‘I’ve heard various tales of the conclusion to their journey in Teyvat. It’s a wonder if they decided to explore the Nation of Khaenri’ah next. Perhaps, the royal family took a shine to them and, like yourself, they act as their personal envoy.’

Childe turned back to gaze at her, considering the retired Archon’s words. ‘Maybe.’

Zhongli took a sip of his wine, ‘If you’re so concerned with her invitation, perhaps you should speak to her directly,’ he suggested.

‘I can’t do that.’

‘Why not?’ Zhongli asked, perplexed. ‘You have spoken to her since-’

Childe flashed him a pained expression. The answer was written clearly over his face.

The retired Archon sighed. ‘You haven’t spoken to her since you tried to kill her?’

‘In my defence, she tried to kill me. I have the scar to prove it, too.’ Childe squeaked. The pitch in his voice caught the attention of the other guests. He cleared his throat before grabbing the glass and draining the liquid.

Zhongli chuckled, ‘Yes, that’s quite the harrowing tale. You poor soul. Sometimes I wonder why she showed you any restraint.’

Childe smirked. ‘She might have a temper on he,r but her heart is worth its weight in gold. There is only kindness in there, to protect those she loves and cares for.’

‘You should still find the time to speak with her.’

The Fatui envoy conceded, muttering a string of curses under his breath. There was no winning with his colleague. ‘Fine. I’ll talk to her.’

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‘These jade parcels are as delicious as I remember,’ Lumine squealed.

The saltness from the cured ham mixed with the heat of the chilli was a flavour sensation in her mouth. She helped herself to several of the dishes lining the table, piling her plate high. Almond tofu, fried radish balls, and rice buns were stacked in neat rows on one side of her plate. On the other side, a bowl of steaming jewellery soup with an aromatic scent that reminded her of her past travels.

‘My, someone is certainly hungry,’ Lady Ningguang cooed. ‘Does the cuisine in Khaenri’ah not satisfy your palate?’

Lumine withdrew from her gathering and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. ‘As you can imagine, rebuilding a nation is no small feat. Our supplies are not what they used to be. Food is rationed amongst the citizens. It’s the only way we can ensure our people thrive.’

‘Forgive me for prying.’ A purple-haired young woman, Kequing, sat opposite the Traveller, said. ‘But what is your role within Khaenri’ah? Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were once a Traveller, an outsider to our people and the Nation of Tevyat. Yet you come to us to aid a Nation we once considered our enemies.’

Lumine bowed her head, ‘That is correct. I was once known as the Traveller. I spent my days endlessly searching for my brother, Aether. Only to learn he’d spent centuries in the past to aid the Nation of Khaenri’ah,’ she explained. ‘I was invited here to speak on behalf of the people. They did not deserve the pain and suffering they were dealt by the Seven Archons. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting each one, yet none showed remorse for their actions.’

‘Back then, it was never my fight. But I couldn’t allow my brother’s efforts to be in vain. Together, Aether and I stand as the Khaenri’ah Nation rulers. Our people only wish for peace, but we will only know peace if Teyvat lends its aid. I once aided Liyue in their struggle; now I ask you to repay my debt in kind.’

Lady Ningguang pulled her wine glass from her lips and grinned. ‘Now you’ve certainly piqued my interest.’ She set down her glass, interlocked her fingers, and rested her head upon them. ‘There is much to discuss, and I shall entertain your proposal, but she shall speak no more of this until the Lantern Rite Festival has concluded.’

‘Yes, Lady Ningguang.’ Lumine replied, bowing her head once more.

‘Chef Xiangling has prepared such a wonderful spread for the festivities; it would be a shame to let it go to waste.’ A red-horned woman with powder blue hair, Ganyu smiled. ‘You’ll see we’ve included a wide range of dishes, from the traditional feasts we served when the festival began, to the newer innovations of Xiangling herself. Please enjoy your meal.’

Lumine clapped her hands together. ‘Thank you for the meal.’

Ganyu raised her glass, ‘To the future that is yet to be written.’

Kequing, Lady Ningguang, and Lumine raised their glasses in unison. The four of them clinked together like a jingle of bells. They exchanged giggles and tucked into their food.

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Further down the table, Childe skirted his half-eaten rice bun around his plate, unable to take his eyes off the Traveller. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw their glasses rise toward the sky. He worked his jaw, summoning the courage to catch her attention. He managed to steal her gaze for a moment. Seeing her crestfallen expression made his heart sink to his stomach.

Childe was half hoping she’d be delighted to see him, but before he could impress her with his charm, she turned away coldly. Not wishing to make a fool of himself any further, Childe pushed his plate to one side and poured himself another glass of wine. He nursed the sweetness with tiny sips, pretending to engage in the conversation around him while still keeping his attention on the Traveler.

A gentle ching cut through the chatter. Lady Ningguang stood at the head of the table, her regal stature illuminated like a beacon against the warm amber backdrop. She held a crystal glass in her hand, her nails tapping against the side.

‘I trust you have all indulged yourselves in the wonderful meal prepared by our very own Chef, Xiangling.’ She announced to the patrons. ‘I ask you to accompany me for an equally extravagant treat for the soul. Let us reconvene in the main square for an evening of opera, performed by Yun-Han Troupe, written by the renowned playwright, Yun Jin.’

Lady Ningguang set her glass down, retrieving a fan from her obi band. She opened the golden fan, concealing her pale face as she turned to leave with her entourage in tow.

Childe flew out of his seat like an arrow firing early from an over-tightened bow, much to the dismay of his comrade.

Zhongli sighed, watching the young man go; he had more pressing matters that needed his attention; he only hoped the boy knew what he was doing.

Childe slipped into the passing foot traffic, becoming another face in the crowd. He kept his sapphire orbs trained on the Traveller. Each time he inched closer to her, someone else would step into his path. A string of curses in his mother tongue spewed from his lips, nothing more than a mutter.

He watched Lumine slip inside the stone gate that stood like a silent sentinel between the street and the main square, and disappeared into the warm amber glow of the paper lanterns overhead. He skirted through the crowd, edging closer to the gate and walking into the cold bite of steel. Childe stepped back, casting daggers at the obstruction.

A tall, dark-haired woman with a crimson eyepatch stood in the centre of the gate, a giant sword held before her. She matched his glare and snarled. ‘I’ve been told to keep a close eye on you this evening. I’m not one to hold grudges, but you’d best behave yourself, or I’ll take great pleasure in throwing you out with my bare hands,’ she stated, as a matter of fact, tilting her head to crack her neck. ‘Is that understood?’

Childe nodded wildly, ‘Ah, Captain Beidou. Wonderful to see you again,’ he said, placing a hand on his chest and bowing. He attempted to soften her with flattery, but it missed the mark. He witnessed her scowl and winced, ‘You have my word. I am here as an honoured guest this evening, not on business. After all, even a member of the Fatui needs a night off, wouldn’t you agree?’

Beidou sighed, ‘Fine. You won’t object to being searched before you enter?’ She nodded to her crewmate. ‘Standard procedure, as I’m sure you understand.’

Childe furrowed his brow but forced himself to smile. ‘Of course, Captain.’ He held up his hands and smirked. ‘I have nothing to hide.’

But the pirate Captain wasn’t so easily convinced. Her crewmate conducted a thorough search for unsavoury objects on his person but came up empty, shaking his head as he returned to the Captain’s side.

‘Am I free to go?’ He asked coyly.

Beidou didn’t humour him but stated, ‘You’ve been warned, and I won’t repeat myself.’

‘I hope you have a fantastic evening, Captain. I know I will.’ Childe flashed her a sly grin and slipped through the gate and into the crowd.

Patrons gathered in the main square, forming a semi-circle around the newly constructed wooden stage erected in the centre. Painted pattern lanterns were strung up on the rafters, casting a golden halo above the stage.

As Childe admired the construction, nostalgia washed over him. It felt like a lifetime ago when Morax had fallen from the sky and crash-landed into the centre structure. The horrific incident that had led to his and Lumine’s first meeting.

He’d always regretted how his role as a Fatui Harbinger pitted them against one another. Though he never admitted it to his colleagues, he’d pulled his attacks during their battle, refusing to cause her harm. The scar on his chest was proof of his cowardice.

Childe slipped through the crowd with one task in mind. He removed the crimson mask from his head, slipping it on to conceal his identity. He searched the crowd for the golden-haired traveller, weaving himself through the gathering of patrons.

Then an idea struck him. ‘Surely as an honoured guest, she’d be given a more fitting spot to watch the performance.’ He thought to himself, gazing up at the balcony above.

A flash of cream and gold caught his eye. A single iridescent petal fell from above.

Childe reached out, watching it land in his palm.

‘Found you, girlie.’

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Lumine followed Lady Ningguang and her Adepti entourage on the outskirts of the main square. The crowd was thickening by the minute, circling the wooden stage. The main square looked different from when she was last here. The stone structure where Morax had fallen was gone, replaced by a constructed stage decorated with patterned lanterns. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

As always, the Patrons of Liyue hadn’t spared a single detail in the preparation for their Lantern-rite festival, and years after she’d experienced her first, the atmosphere had only tripled in extravagance. The strong sense of community ran deep within the fabric of the city. Something she’d seen improve across the continent of Teyvat in her travels.

Lumine found herself scouting the crowd, looking for an individual she hadn’t expected to see at the event. It’d been too long since she last laid eyes on the Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia, or was it Childe, or whatever alias he went by now. She struggled to keep track, not that he was occupying her thoughts.

‘What is he doing here?’ she thought. ‘I was told that Fatui had gone into hiding following their failed plans. But-’

Her heart ached with sorrow; she’d been longing for the day when she could see him again. They had unfinished business, and she was determined to finalise it, but the Lantern-Rite Festival was neither the right time nor the right place for such a reunion.

Lumine forced her feelings to the pit of her stomach and stepped into the alcove. Lady Ningguang had secured their group the best seats in the square, a prime viewing position from the balcony at the upper right side of the stage.

‘I’m afraid we’re needed back at the Jade Palace,’ Lady Ninggaung said softly, crossing her arms across her chest.

‘Oh, I see,’ Lumine replied, crestfallen. She’d hoped they could have discussed business further, but it seemed like the opportunity slipped through her fingers. ‘Would you like me to leave? I don’t wish to overstay my welcome.’

Ningguang giggled, her tone soft like silk, ‘That won’t be necessary, you are our honoured guest. Please, enjoy yourself. Should you need anything, please ask one of the guards. The performance is due to start soon, have a lovely evening.’

‘Thanks.’ But as the words left her lips, she suddenly realised she was talking to herself.

Lumine sighed, propping herself against the balcony rail, gazing at the stage below.

‘I wonder if he’s here.’ She wondered to herself, scanning the crowd for a suspicious individual with copper tresses.

Another sigh escaped her lips, the weight of her heart like solid lead in her chest. She reached up to her hair and fiddled with the iridescent Tevyat blooms decorating her crown. Lumine rested her head in her hands and slumped against the wooden frame, like a Princess at the top of her castle.

‘What I wouldn’t give for another adventure.’

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Childe slipped silently up wooden planks, leading to Lady Ningguang’s personal box. A self-contained balcony that boasted to have the best seats whenever the infamous Yun-Han Troupe returned to their home in the Liyue continent.

Something in his heart guided his feet forward; he hadn’t been sure where the Travelling Princess would be hiding, not till that petal called out to him. He kept his boots light on the stairs, stalking along the wall like a shadow in the night.

‘There you are,’ he whispered under his breath as he reached the final step.

Lumine stood before him, her back facing him. A golden halo illuminated around her silhouette. He watched her from the shadows, drinking her in. It’d been too long since he’d last laid eyes on her.

The dimming of the lanterns and the hush of the crowd. The gentle beat of drums thudded on the stage below. The lanterns dimmed slightly, and the crowd simmered down into hushed tones. Heels echoed against the wooden stage as performers took their positions. In the centre, Yunn Jing took her place as the leading role. As beautiful as she looked in her costume, intricately embroidered with jewel-like threads that glistened in the golden light, Childe couldn’t take his eyes off the golden beauty that stood a stone’s throw from him.

Listening to the audio cues that followed, the Harbinger bided his time, waiting under the cloak of shadows for an opportune moment. One symphony passed, followed by a solo number. At the end, the lanterns dimmed as the performers took a bow, and the crowd erupted into applause.

‘No time like the present,’ Childe willed his feet to move. He stepped out of the shadows, keeping his ruby mask pulled down to conceal his face.

‘Good evening, it’s too pleasant a night for you to be alone, girlie.’ His voice was like silk, smooth and irresistible to ignore.

The Traveler stilled, drinking in his voice, ensuring she hadn’t imagined it. She turned, creating a perfect circle with her skirt as she twirled to face him. The mess of copper tresses was unmistakable, even if he hadn’t been wearing his signature mask.

‘Ajax?’ Lumine said softly, but it sounded more like a question, as if she was asking him to confirm her suspicions.

Childe sighed, a heat surging in his chest. It’d been a while since he’d last been called that. He had never been fond of his real name. Ajax remained the boy he once was, before he joined the Fatui and became inducted as a Harbinger when the monster Tartaglia was what he had to be. After his time spent in the Abyss, alongside the Fatui, he felt he’d been shaped more into Tartaglia through his experiences. But as the two opposing identities of who he once was and the monster he became bled into each other, his true self emerged at the centre. Childe. The alias that represented the most accurate version of himself, a young man with a lot of power but not malicious at his core, just a guy looking to have fun.

‘It’s been a while, how have you-,’ he said, cutting through the silence that had fallen between them.

‘What are you doing here?’ Lumine asked, interrupting him. Her tone was stern.

Childe smirked, ‘Now, Girlie. I could ask you the same question,’ he replied. ‘Last I heard you’d reunited with your brother and disappeared to help the Khaenri’ah Nation rebuild.’

Lumine pursed her lips, ‘You didn’t answer my question.’

‘Right. Like yourself, I was invited. Don’t look at me like that, I couldn’t quite believe it myself, but you can thank the honorable Zhongli for my presence here this evening.’

‘After everything you did to Liyue and her people. I find it hard to believe they’d welcome you back with open arms.’

Childe chuckled. ‘I could say the same thing about you. There was once a time you were hailed as Teyvat’s travelling hero, until you aided the enemy kingdom.’

Lumine stepped towards him and darted her index finger between his eyes. ‘Khaenri’ah is no enemy to Teyvat, unlike the Fatui and the Harbingers.’

‘Touche. But wouldn’t you agree that time is a great healer? The Fatui are no more a threat than the newly established nation of Khaenri’ah. The world is healing due to your efforts, for that you have my sincerest thanks.’

Lumine dropped her hand back to her side, ‘I don’t follow.’

‘Then, allow me to spell it out to you. If it weren’t for your interference, I would’ve never been free from the Fatui. I would’ve been tethered as a Harbinger for as long as I draw breath.’ Childe explained. ‘But now, I’m a free man. Free to make my own choices. Free to follow my heart.’

He stepped forward, bridging the gap between them. He raised his hand to her cheek, stroking her fair skin with his thumb. ‘Free to love someone of my choosing.’

‘What are you saying, Ajax?’ Lumine asked, looking up at him with her amber doe eyes.

Childe moved his hand to rest on the small of her back and pulled her into his chest. ‘Do you understand what I’m trying to say now?’ He gently guided her to the balcony railing.

Lumine’s hand was forced against his chest, the rhythm of his heart beating beneath her hand. She gazed up at him, drinking in his cocky expression. ‘You can’t mean-’

‘Please join me in welcoming the noble traveller back to Liyue. For without her heroism, it is likely we wouldn’t be celebrating the Lantern Rite today.’ It was Hu Tao making the announcement, probably from the centre stage.

A single spotlight was on them both, exposing their closeness. The crowd below erupted in disbelief, a wave of gasps and raised voices.

‘Oh, what’s this?’ Hu Tao teased.

‘Isn’t that the Fatui Harbinger that was responsible for the death of Rex Lapis?’ someone in the crowd shouted.

‘Wait, he’s got some nerve showing this face around here,’ another called.

Childe unfurled himself from the traveller. ‘Well, looks like they got me,’ he grinned, pulling his ruby mask over his face once more. He stepped up onto the balcony railing.

‘What are you doing?’ Lumine squeaked, clinging to him. ‘Get down from there. You’re going to get yourself hurt.’

‘It is him!’ someone yelled.

‘What’s he doing with the Traveller? Is he looking for round two?’

Childe glanced down at the crowd, taking in their bewildered expressions. He sighed, looking back to the blonde beauty on the balcony. ‘It’s time to run, Girlie.’ He said, holding out his hand.

Lumine cocked her head to the side, ‘Run?’

‘Do you trust me?’ Childe asked.

She didn’t need to vocalise her answer. She slipped her hand in his.

In the blink of an eye, the Harbinger wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her close to his body. The rhythm of their hearts beat together in perfect sync.

‘On my signal, we jump.’

Lumine shot him with amber daggers. ‘You can’t be serious.’

Childe flashed her a knowing smirk, and she stared at him in disbelief.

‘Oh my god, he’s actually serious.’ The words screamed out from the back of her mind.

‘Actually, on second thought. This might be easier,’ he said, scooping her up into his arms, bridal style.

Lumine wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushing beetroot. ‘Why couldn’t we just use the stairs?’ She suggested, trying her best not to look down.

Childe’s smirk only grew wider, ‘Now where’s the fun in that, Princess?’

‘You’re lucky I trust you,’ she said quietly into his chest.

No sooner had the words left her lips than the Harbinger launched himself off the balcony.

The crowd watched with bated breath. Some screamed in horror. Others were drawn back to the horrific memory of the day Morax fell from the sky.

Childe landed on the ground with grace, like a cat leaping from a tree. He locked eyes with the crowd and noticed several guards step towards him, brandishing their weapons.

He cursed under his breath. ‘Looks like it’s time to run, Girlie.’

‘What do you-’ Lumine stopped herself, seeing the horde of guards heading in their direction. ‘What did you do?’

Childe chuckled, taking her hand. ‘Come on.’

‘You!’ It was Beidou’s voice that bellowed after them. A primordial scream ripped from her throat. ’Damn lying Fatui. Guards, after them. Make sure the Traveller makes it back unharmed.′ She emphasised the last word.

‘What of the Harbinger?’ one of the men asked.

‘Bring him back to me in chains, I want the pleasure of punishing him myself.’

The couple ran from the main square, weaving in and out of the crowd, through grunts and squeals of the citizens. They swooped by the unsuspecting guards standing watch at the entrance. One guard tumbled back from the sheer speed as the Harbinger sped past.

‘What are you doing just standing there?’ Beidou bellowed in their ears. ‘Get a move on.’ She returned her greatsword to her back and hurried after the couple.

They ran, as fast as their legs could carry them, away from the festivities with prying eyes, giggling between themselves, and smiling at one another. It reminded them both of old times, before the horrors of the war had cruelly separated them.

Childe dared to glance behind him and grimaced when he saw the horde of guards tailing them, with the pirate Captain leading at the helm. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ He groaned.

‘What did you do?’ Lumine asked. ‘On second thoughts, I don’t think I want to know.’ She couldn’t fathom why she’d agreed to follow him in the first place. That silly smirk of his and perfect ocean eyes had her falling for him, just like she had when they’d first met.

‘This way,’ Childe said, slipping his hand out of hers.

Lumine didn’t catch where the Harbinger had slipped off to. She stood in the centre of the street, like a deer in headlights as the horde of guards spotted her. She cursed, bracing herself like she’d done before, ready to summon her sword if necessary.

In the next moment, she felt someone grab her hand and tuck her to one side. Lumine tumbled into an alleyway and on top of something. Someone?

‘Not that I mind, but this really isn’t the place for that.’

Lumine’s cheeks flushed pink. She looked down to see Childe smirking back at her. She gazed at him for a moment, wishing they could like this.

‘Why hello there, girlie.’ He said coyly.

She ignored his remark and got back on her feet. She peered out from the alleyway but was swiftly pulled back into the darkness by the Harbinger.

‘Hey,’ she squeaked.

‘Quiet Princess, else they might find us.’ He placed his index finger on his lips.

Lumine furrowed her brow, ‘Surely they would’ve noticed us make such a sharp-’

She was abruptly cut off by the jingling lion dancers, rushing past the alleyway, followed by a chorus of grunting and shouting.

‘Get outta the way.’ Beidou’s voice bellowed from the street, but was quickly drowned out under the chanting of the dancer. She let out another primordial scream, ‘I will find you, Harbinger. If it’s the last thing I do.’

The pair didn’t move until the footsteps echoed in the distance, and the looming threat was gone.

Childe hid his chuckle behind his hand, ‘Come on, this way.’ He held out his hand to her once more. She took it gracefully. A heat surged through his chest. He turned away, hiding the rosiness of his cheeks.

‘Where are we going?’ Lumine asked. ‘And are you going to tell me why you were running from Beidou?’

‘Now, Princess, where’s the fun in that?’ Childe smirked.

She pouted, puffing out her cheeks, and glared at him. ‘Tell me.’

The Harbinger sighed, ‘Alright, alright, Girlie. I promised Beidou I wouldn’t cause any trouble that would spoil the Lantern-Rite Festival.’

Lumine gave him a shove. ‘Well, a fine job you did keeping that promise. You’re unbelievable. Why, though?’

‘Well, they say love makes you do crazy things.’

His companion giggled, ‘I must be hearing things, it almost sounded like you said-’

All the thoughts disappeared from her mind, like dandelion seeds on the wind.

‘This is the quietest place I could think of. I hope you don’t mind us being alone?’ Childe asked, descending the white stone steps.

‘No, not at all.’ Lumine said, catching her breath.

‘Allow me.’ He took her hand in his and helped her down the steps, onto the secluded bank where they could spend the evening alone.

The waves lapped against the bank, a gentle rush of the salty air. Small lanterns bobbed along the water’s surface, like tiny fireflies honouring them with a private performance.

Childe guided his companion to a cosy spot and slumped down on a nearby rock formation. Lumine took the one beside him.

‘I can’t recall how long it’s been since I last laid eyes on you,’ Childe admitted. He exhaled, stretching his arms above his head. ‘You don’t know how good it is to finally tell you. I’ve waited years for this moment.’

‘Ajax.’

Her calling him by his real name held his heart in a vice.

Lumine placed a hand on his chest, feeling the racing beat of his heart beneath it. ‘I swore I might have misheard you earlier. It almost sounded like you were confessing.’

Childe chuckled, gazing longingly at her. He cupped her pale cheek in his hand. ‘That’s because I was, Girlie. How didn’t you know? It’s always been you.’

Almost on cue, the sky above illuminated in a rainbow of hues.

‘Seems like the fireworks have started,’ he added.

‘Do you want to watch them?’ Lumine asked, not taking her eyes off him.

‘No, I have all I need right here.’ He replied with a smile. ‘This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed.’

Lumine’s cheeks warmed, ‘Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.’ She admitted.

‘If my role as a Harbinger hadn’t chained me to the Fatui, I would’ve followed you on your journey. I would’ve travelled the lands to aid you in your search. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.’

‘You don’t have to apologise, please. It’s okay. We’re here together now.’

Childe hummed in agreement, ‘Yes, and now we’re reunited. I never wish to be parted from you ever again.’ He placed his hand over hers. ‘Whenever you go, I wish to be by your side always.’

‘You promise?’ Lumine asked.

Her question was innocent enough, but it held weight. The answer would determine their fate going forward with their lives. It was just a matter if it was together or apart.

‘I promise,’ Childe said without hesitation. ‘My heart belongs to you, Lumine. It has been ever since I first laid eyes on you. I love you.’

‘Ajax.’ Lumine replied. ‘It’s only ever been you.’

‘You sure?’ His heart nearly leaped out of his chest hearing her admission.

‘I’ve never been more sure. I love you.’

Childe enveloped her in a soft embrace, cradling her head in his hand, before placing his lips on hers.

Together, they spent the evening on the Liyue bank, reliving their past, giggling about old times, and making promises beneath the stars.

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