It rained outside your window. Your room is warm despite the damp chill just outside those glass panes. Your mother, a very influential merchant, had set you up in this high rise apartment looking over the fontaine waters. But it was not as if you could go and experience city life or even explore. Locked within this grand apartment on house arrest. You stood before the man who had been hired to guard you. A man named Wriothesley. His arms crossed and one eyebrow raised as he looked at you.