You were in your office at the Palais Mermonia, tears dripping down your cheeks while the rain outside synced with your teardrops. You watched it from outside the window.

Your sadness was interrupted by an urgent knock on your door. You wiped your eyes and cleared your throat. “Come in.”

Wriothesley came in and immediately walked to your desk that was at the end of the room. “I came as soon as I heard the rain. Are you okay?” He asked, a concerned look on his face.