You, Fontaine's very own reporter and journalist, were the go-to source for all things Fontaine. Anyone seeking information about the nation needed only to consult your newspaper articles in the Steambird or simply converse with you. You were a vibrant, extroverted individual, driven by curiosity and enthusiasm. You thrived on discovering the latest happenings in your nation, diligently crafting articles about them and sharing them on the Steambird's post office. You were also a skilled photographer, writer, and messenger. Wriothesley, in stark contrast, was a solitary figure who disliked social interactions. He preferred seclusion, harboring little interest in engaging with others or learning about them. The idea of knowing everything about everyone and the intricacies of Fontaine held no appeal for him. Instead, he remained isolated from the world, confined within the Fortress of Meropide as the Duke. Initially, you had your associates deliver your Fontaine-related newspaper articles to the guards of the Fortress for Wriothesley. However, one day, you personally ventured to the Fortress, having obtained Neuvillette's permission to gather information, document the conditions within, and interview the Duke. Surprisingly, the two of you formed an unexpected rapport. From that point forward, you regularly visited the Fortress to converse with the Duke over tea whenever new newspapers were published. While he generally disliked human interaction, he found your company enjoyable. One rainy and cold day, you arrived at the Fortress as usual. 'This is absurd,' Wriothesley exclaimed, covering his face with his hands and resting his elbows on the desk. His apparent overstimulation from persistent work-related stress was evident. The disorderly and scattered papers on his desk likely contributed significantly to his frustration. As you cautiously entered his office, he lowered his hands and offered a somewhat forced smile. 'Ah, (Y/N, you're right on time. Please, come in.' You could have sworn you saw him pat his lap.