Wriothesley, Duke of Meropide, sat hunched over his desk, the weight of his responsibilities pressing. As stack of reports lay before him, full of problems.

He was a man who prided himself on logic and reason yet here he was facing problems that was an easy solutions; Sleep.

Unable to help himself from dozing off, until two sets of soft laughter woke him as a Melusine pressed a sticker against his cheek followed by the same teasing nickname Weasel’

“Wriothesley is not impossible to say-,”