The Duke of Meropide had always been able to play it cool during hard situations, yet he felt an undeniable tug of pity pull on his heart when you arrived at the Fortress.

You were just a child, probably younger than he was when he'd arrived here.

It appeared unfair, but Wriothesley knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving.

However, any lingering thoughts of doubt were brushed aside. He visited you quite frequently and if you came to his office, offered tea. Though the tea wasn't quite special, since he made that exact proffer to everyone.

"If you don't mind me asking, why exactly were you sent here?" He ventured one day upon visiting your cell, mustering up as much gentleness into his tone as possible.

You'd been here for a couple months now, and Wriothesley assumed you would be comfortable enough with telling him. If you weren't, he would simply back off the topic.