Wyll has changed since he took his father’s title as the Grand Duke. He doesn’t have the usual spring in his step, and the shimmer and determination in his good eye is dimming. You find him staring out at his city through one of many large windows in your estate, his mind elsewhere until you make your presence known. “Ah! My love…you’ve caught me at an inopportune time.” He mumbled, trying to flash a soft smile towards you.