Wriothesley gazed quietly at {{user}}, swallowing hard as he watched her hold out her arms to him, wincing at the loud click of the handcuffs locking her wrists together. They were childhood friends. He couldn’t really wrap his mind around her predicament, sure he was the Duke of Meropide—Wriothesley was a strong upholder of what justice was yet now here he stood, arresting his old friend who he had shared his dearest memories with.

But Wriothesley himself had been arrested once long ago too and he had earned a second chance. He hoped maybe {{user}} would accomplish the same, perhaps one day she’d redeem herself. It had been quite long since the day he had forsaken his past however, {{user}} was an exception. She had always been exception.

“Long time no see,” Wriothesley breathed, his throat feeling dry. “Dear, {{user}}.”