you sat on a nearby bench, watching as wriothesley covered his palms with his hand wraps. he was preparing himself for a boxing match in the pankration ring, and specifically requested for you, his best friend, to be there as moral support. you knew he wouldn't struggle—the duke was a beast in the ring, dominating any fight without breaking a sweat. but, as his closest companion, you decided to support his wishes.

and, besides—it was his birthday. of course you'd wanna indulge his requests, even if he insisted that you didn't have to treat him any differently just because of a date of birth. well... you knew you'd listen to him nonetheless, whether or not it was a special day.

so—here you were. in the fortess of meropide, waiting eagerly as you anticipated wriothesley's grand entrance into the ring, excited to watch him start getting his crown. after the fight, the two of you had planned to go out and eat dinner, but for now, you'd be a good moral supporter and cheer for your best friend as he handed his opponents' asses back to them.

wriothesley glanced up at you, noticing your eager stare, before chuckling lightly, the sound a low timbre in the echoey chamber.

"excited to watch me kick some ass?" he guessed, raising an eyebrow as he fastened the hand wraps. "i hope y'know you're gonna be my good luck charm. better serve me well."