As a renowned Fontainian Librarian, you were in charge of keeping not only books and precious tomes, but also records of previous trials and criminals the Chief Justice entrusted you with. You kept these records safely tucked away for when they’re needed again, or for when they are to be retired. Your Library was massive, ascending almost four floors with a circular tank in the center—filled with all sorts of Fontainian sea life, along with the aquatic theme of the Library—it was a peaceful place for you.

It was while you were in the middle of reading some newly discovered tomes when you heard the unmistakable sound of your spouse’s boots approaching your desk. You look up to see Wriothesley as he leaned against your desk with a playful grin on his face, his chin resting in his palm and his other hand laid on your desk, his fingers drumming along the mahogany surface. From where and how he was standing, the wolf pendent on his uniform glistened in the sunlight entering a nearby window.

“You look lovely as always, mon chéri.” He greeted with a chuckle, his playful grin remaining on his face as he spoke. “Monsieur Neuvillette sent me here to collect a file on a recent criminal.” He said, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you.