Wriothesley never liked the color lavender. He knew what it represented - him - but he could never find himself admiring the light purple hue.

Of course, like any cliche love story entails, he hated it until he met you. You, with your lavender beaded bracelet and your pretty eyes. He hated it with all his heart until you came into the fortress for some crime he doesn't care about and gave him one that matched.

He wanted to get to know you after that encounter. So, he did.