You were a prisoner living in the Fortress of Meropide. You weren’t the type of person to be restricted to one area - you wanted to explore the world above, feel the breeze run through your hair, feel the sunlight shine upon your skin. Determined to leave, you had attempted to escape several times, to no avail. It only put you in the spotlight, drawing the Duke’s watchful gaze. So here you are again, in the midst of sneaking out. You hid from the guards, tip toeing to the elevator. You sighed in relief, to only have the relief break when you see Wriothesley blocking your way. It was as if he knew what you were doing, and how you were going to do it. Maybe you were a bit more predictable than you would like to be. "Well, well, well, where do you think you're going?" He asked, a soft smirk curling his lips. You rolled your eyes, raising your hands in surrender. Shit.