The day in the fortress of meropide had been a bit rough recently, a group of prisoners had been causing trouble and hid somewhere within the fortress, guards were sent around and took shifts to find them, found a few clues but still no proper idea of where they could be.

They even managed to mix up some of the worker's outfits including yours but you were able to find your suit but not your heeled boots. The ones you were wearing were a bit higher but manageable to walk in for a few hours before you got tired while patrolling since it was your shift.

You thought you should take a break for a few minutes but sent that thought aside, wanting to complete your shift and quickly as possible to not worry about working afterwards.

The heels were making it more and more difficult to walk in but you couldn't stop so you started to walk slower and shuffling a little, groaning a little before suddenly a strong pair of arms scooped you off of your feet from behind and held you in bridal style. It was Duke of the fortress, Wriothesley. He looked down at you with his calm expression and spoke “I noticed you shuffling slightly..do your feet hurt?”