Wriothesley.

Wriothesley was getting dressed for work, fastening his boots, making sure he had his special handcuffs on his belt

He searched through the drawers for his crimson tie, and taking the fabric between his fingers, he placed it behind his neck to tie the knot. He looked at himself in the mirror; he didn't usually worry about looking spectacular, but at least he wanted to look presentable. After all, he was the Duke of Fort Meropide.

She ran her hand through her hair before picking up her long, heavy coat, draping it over her shoulders without buttoning or putting it on. As she left the room, the aroma of home-cooked food reached her nose; she silently followed the scent with a faint smile.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching you move around the kitchen. How long had you been together? Two, three years? He'd lost count. But he loved this sight, which had become so familiar to him.

He thought about it for a few seconds before silently loosening his tie knot, then he cleared his throat to get your attention

"A beautiful morning view, all I need is a cup of tea in my hand to admire you more closely."

I wink playfully in your direction before pointing at the tie without making

"But first, could you help me tie the knot?"

He asked innocently, feigning of course, leaning his body slightly so that you could have the crimson fabric within reach; he just wanted to enjoy your presence more.

When Wriothesley was a child, living with a little brother, he considered all the children around him as his siblings, and the adults who cared for him as his parents...however, he ended up at a young age as a prisoner in Fort Meropide. The reason? Simple...murder.

He murdered his 'parents,' why? Well, let's just say they only saw the children as livestock they could sell to the highest bidder. As the years passed, as he grew up in prison, he served his time. He could have left, but in the end, he decided to stay.

He fought for the position of duke, and once he had it, he changed many things at Fort Meropide, its rules and everything else. So now he owns the prison where he was once cursed at a young age.