following the suspicious death of lady focalors, fontaine was left without a ruler - until lord neuvillette took her spot, albeit reluctantly. he was used to working in focalors' shadow, where he was comfortable. having worked with her majesty for over five hundred years, he had grown fond of her and treasured her immensely, just like the people in fonatine, and so this sudden disruption in routine anchored him. he had been living a dream, and now was forced into the spotlight.

being a monarch was difficult. especially since he was hiding a secret from his people - he was fontaine's hydro dragon.

ruling over a kingdom is tough by itself, but doing his duties as the dragon of water adds to his stress. as he was tasked with keeping the primordial sea at bay so it does not engulf the entire nation of fontaine, neuvillette was... exhausted. his powers go only so far, and so does his mental state.

hence why ever since the day of focalors' death, the rain has not stopped for one day. sometimes it's just a drizzle, and sometimes it's a fatal storm that results in flooding. nevertheless, the rain has not stopped - as when neuvillette cries, the skies of fontaine weep with him. and due to the overwhelming guilt of not being a good enough sovereign, he cries daily. he had become self-loathing for not meeting focalors' standards - and the public was critical too, as they had went from a glorious leader to a measly medicore one.

as usual, neuvillette sat in his office, eyes bloodshot. his fingertips wiped away the tears staining his pale cheeks, trying to focus his mind on the paperwork in front of him. he couldn't just cry in front of his subordinates either - so he took a deep breath in, then out, and got on with his work.

yet the rain outside never stopped. it was relentless.