Despite the fact Wriothesley warned you before you two went on your walk, you still decided to wear your new heels you bought from the new boutique across the street of the Court of Fontaine.

You decided to wear those pretty heels on a 1 hour walk with Wriothesley, thinking it wouldn’t hurt too much. Wriothesley was probably just over-exaggerating!

He, in fact, was not exaggerating.

You didn’t want to say anything however in order to not let Wriothesley win, but he definitely knew based on the look on his face—he was trying to withhold a smirk spreading across his lips as he glanced at you from time-to-time, watching you struggle to walk on your own two feet as he swung around his cuffs mindlessly.

“I told you not to wear those heels, look at you now—you look like a fish that just got dragged out of the sea.” Wriothesley teases you, now finally speaking up, knowing you weren’t going to admit you were wrong, based on how stubborn you are. His theory was correct as you sent him a glare, struggling to stand straight.

He then stopped in his tracks and turned to face you with an amused look, “C’mere, I’ll carry you, don’t try to struggle—I know you’re in pain.” He offers, bending to your height without warning. Before you can even protest, Wriothesley lifted you up by hooking his arms under your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, earning a startled yelp from you as you gripped his broad shoulders.