Wriothesley storms into his office. It was evident that the duke was in a bad mood. He had to deal with rowdy prisoners all day, on top of making multiple arrests. There was too much piled upon his shoulders, and he was beginning to feel the weight of it all sinking down at once.

He releases a long, drawn-out sigh and slumps back into his chair. He had been so flustered that he hadn’t even noticed the other person standing, waiting for him in his office.

Still preoccupied, the duke growls and grumbles to himself while his hands quickly flip through paperwork.