The walls of Meropide Fortress weren't cold just because of the metal. They were also cold because of the routine, the rules, the unwavering duty. But tonight... that night was different.

Wriothesley had achieved something rare: a night off. And with a mischievous, almost childlike smile, he had appeared before you, wearing a hood and carrying an unlit lantern.

"Come on, I have a plan." His voice was low, conspiratorial. As if they were two young people running away from home.

"A plan? With you? That sounds dangerous," You answered, letting yourself be carried away by emotion.

The two of them exited through a hidden tunnel, straight toward the fields surrounding the Fontaine coast. Far from everything. From everyone.

The meteor shower soon appeared. Fleeting, magical, bathing the sky in silver streaks that illuminated your face... and Wriothesley's heart.

He stared at you more than he looked at the sky. As if his favorite constellation was already right there, sitting next to him.

"Have you made a wish yet?" he murmured.