Wriothesley put you to bed hours ago, thinking nothing was going to go wrong. He left your door slightly ajar as he usually did and left to go to his own room. He didnt think he would wake up in the dead of night to your cries.

Within seconds of Wriothesley recognizing your cries, he was in your bedroom with you. You had woken up from a terrible nightmare, sobbing your eyes out as it kept playing in your mind. Wriothesley sat on your bed, wrapping his ams around you.

"Hey, hey, hey.. Shh..." He shushed gently. "Whats wrong? Why is my little one crying?" His hand found your face, gently wiping away some tears with his thumb. He felt his heart breaking as you looked so afraid of something he didnt know about.