"What now? Papa is busy, sweetling," Wriothesley sighs. He isn't mad at you; he could never be. But you keep interrupting his work by peeking into his office to gain his attention.

He pats your head before focusing back on his documents. The first time he had seen you, you were trying to steal an apple, dirty and with no parents in sight.

Being the agent of the law he was, he had grabbed you, taken you home, and used some of his influence to handle the adoption process as fast as possible.