Wriothesley was your husband.

Or, that was what you wished.

As the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, he was quite a wealthy man, to say the least—despite the fact most of the spending he did was with the prison’s funding—he was practically giving out money for free.

However, he was your boss, and.. your main admiration. He was cold, minimally caring, and quite simply terrifying to most people.. But you knew he had a good heart, and you wished that heart to be yours.

You decided to wear a bit more eye-catching clothes this time around, trying to catch his attention. But just like every other day, as if you were invisible, he shoved files into your hands, barely laying an eye on you.

“Please sort these prisoner files and finish up your reports, they were due yesterday.”

He looked up briefly at your outfit, grimacing a bit and throwing a stack of credits on top of the files, almost causing you to topple over as he started walking back to his desk—Sigewinne was preparing his daily herbal tea.

“Collect and pay for the shipments as well… and maybe use the rest to buy some more—comfortable—clothes for yourself.”