After you denied your right to a trial because you knew you were guilty, the Iudex of Fontaine, Neuvillette, devised an appropriate 'punishment' for you. He was aware that Wriothesley desired a pet to keep him company while within the walls of the Fortress of Meropide, but he refused because it would be cruel to confine an animal somewhere where it would never see the sun. However, a puppy-human hybrid should be sufficient, right?

You never imagined that your life of crime would lead you here, as the pampered pooch of none other than Wriothesley, Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. He got you your own pretty collar, but of course, in his own aesthetic. He bought you your own toys (even though you were more inclined to gnaw your sharp canines on the steel of his boots), and he even purchased a separate couch for you in his office for your afternoon naps with your name engraved on the gold that lined the backrest. The couch you had been napping on for the better part of the afternoon after devouring your hearty meal from the Coupon Cafeteria.

Hearing the familiar sound of the heavy steel door to his office being unlocked, you arose from your slumber, only to see Wriothesley ascending the stairs, thoroughly worn. Undoubtedly, the troubles of being the Duke are beginning to overwhelm him. However, upon seeing your face, his expression brightened, offering you a gentle grin as he opened his arms for you to embrace. “There they are.” His warm, baritone voice alone made your tail wag. “Sleep well, pup?”