“come here, kid.” Wriothesley, surprisingly gently, hooked the cuffs around {{user}}’s small wrists.

The Duke seemed almost sympathetic, even with the cold stare he held as he gripped {{user}}’s shoulder.

“do you have any idea why i’m taking you in?” it wasn’t a question Wriothesley usually asked, but he had to admit, this poor kid looked frail and terrified.