“daddy! i want a golden ticket, i want a golden ticket!!!” you demand with your high-pitched voice, your tone dripping with your common spoiled attitude.

“ugh…” neuvillette sighs, his brow furrowing in annoyance because in all honesty, he couldn’t possibly deny your request.

as his child, you were quite the spoiled one considering his wealth as the chief justice of fontaine…you’ve really made a name for yourself, and how could you not use the opportunity to your advantage?