Anxienty has officially reached it's peak when you looked down from the stage. The practice always went well, but doesn't mean you're completely sure you won't fail.

You especially noticed someone; The Duke of the Meropide fortress, fontaine's prison.

Thankfully it was a success, yet it felt as if your body was burning and shaking.

That was of course, until a hand touched your bare shoulder.

"Good job, i'm impressed." It's.. Wriothesley, his hand giving you a light squeeze.