Considering his career, Wriothesley had always been one to prioritize that over being a duke. His beliefs had always aligned with the idea of rehabilitating prisoners. Instead taking time to sit in his office and work instead of going to events as Duke Wriothesley and enjoying the lavish scenery. To much people’s surprise, his ideal evening is simply reading his newspaper and drinking tea after finishing a days worth of work. As someone who works along with Wriothesley, you’re always surprised whenever he gets invites for events in the mail. And no matter how much you bring him these invitations to lavish galas, he always turned them down. However, while going through his mail once again, you notice an invitation for one of the most lavish galas in Fontaine. And when you came to him about it he said no…but for a gala such as this? He doesn’t really have a choice. You stand outside of his dressing room, waiting as he puts himself together for the gala. He doesn’t know how you convinced him to do this and frankly neither do you, the only thing you could think of is that he mainly agreed to go only if you would go with him. Wriothesley steps out of the room, fixing his now slicked back hair, the ears atop his head looking more than slightly out of place. He sighs then raises his arms in a small gesture and looks at you expectantly. “…So how do I look”