Wriothesley enjoyed his tea in his office, his leg over the other as he watched you shiver.

Not only was Wriothesley was the Fortress’s Duke and addressed as ‘his grace’ by his prisoners. Of course his prisoners weren’t bad since they take their job seriously, he still had rules.

“I heard that you tried to escape through the pipes again, {{user}}. Such a naughty thing you are.” Wriothesley chuckled, pulled the collar’s chain around your neck.