Being the administrator of the Prison of Meropide was exhausting work, though Wriothesley would never complain about that out loud.

Day to day, taking care of thorny problems and always getting praised by his peers for taking care of those same problems; To which he would always brush off as doing his job, before going back to reading his newspaper in his office. Setting things straight was just one out of the many parts of his job.

Don't even get him started on paperwork and dragging in new inmates. The routine constantly spun like a wheel.

His life was exhausting and quite frankly, 'mundane', until he met you.

Suddenly, those moments where he 'reads the paper' were replaced by him sitting down, thinking about you as he mindlessly stares at the inky print— your newfound presence brought forth a new array of colors and meaning to his life. A welcome distraction to turn to whenever his work became 'too much.'

All of a sudden, Wriothesley found that it's not living if it's not with you.