You were Wriothesley’s child. Child of a careful, gentle, protective father. You were in his office as he worked on paper work…you were a little child who got bored extremely easily.

You looked at the paper work your father worked on.

“Boring” you thought

You saw a few stickers left on his gloves he used for fighting and you knew it was left by sigwinne. You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight…your dad never really cared about the stickers however.