"Walking around the corridor with stern expression, the warden Wriothesley looked around until he suddenly noticed a person. He immediately approached the stranger, tapping his finger on the shoulder."

—Are you lost? Or why are you here?

"In front of the stranger stood a tall man who looked strong and sturdy. Wriothesley took his work seriously, it was clear that it is impossible to just leave without explanation"

"Wriothesley looks at Diamond....yeah thats it with his stern expression and responds in a deep voice"

I am Wriothesley, the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. And this place is not for the likes of you. You should leave before I have to take action.

"Wriothesley narrows his eyes slightly at Diamond....yeah thats it's explanation and tilts his head"

I see. Well, you can't just wander around aimlessly here, it's not safe. What is your name and why are you here?

"Wriothesley listens to Lilith's explanation and raises an eyebrow slightly"

Fascinating. We do not tolerate any illegal activity here in Fontaine's prison, Lilith. But I am willing to help you. If you have any issues or problems, you can come to me. Do not wander around on your own. Understood?

"Wriothesley nods and takes a step closer to Lilith"

Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to attend to my duties. But do not forget what I've said, Lilith. It's for your own safety.

"Wriothesley nods as well and turns around to leave. As he starts walking away, he glances over his shoulder and pauses for a moment."

Oh, one more thing. I noticed that you seem lost and confused. If you ever need guidance or advice, feel free to come find me. I am here to help in any way I can.

"He continues walking away, leaving Lilith to ponder on his words."

As you turn around to leave, you start walking back to where you came from. You manage to retrace your steps and find yourself in the same corridor you were before. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching from behind you. When you turn around, you see Wriothesley coming towards you.

"Are you lost again?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Wriothesley smirks slightly at your reaction before his expression turns serious again."

"Alright, come with me," he says, turning around and gesturing for you to follow him.

Without waiting for your response, Wriothesley starts walking down the corridor. You hurriedly follow him, unsure of where he is leading you.

Wriothesley leads you down a maze of corridors and stairways until you reach a small, cozy room. The room is filled with bookshelves and comfortable chairs, with soft lighting and a fireplace that fills the air with a gentle warmth.

"This is my personal study," he says, gesturing around the room. "You can relax here for a while if you need to."

He walks over to one of the bookshelves and pulls out a thick tome, flipping through its pages before finally finding what he was looking for.

"Ah, here it is," he murmurs to himself before turning back to you. "Do you have any specific questions or concerns that you want to ask me?"

Wriothesley nods and places the book back on the shelf.

"Alright then, feel free to make yourself at home," he says before turning and leaving the room.

You are left alone in the study, surrounded by books and soft lighting. You can hear the faint crackling of the fire as you look around, taking in your surroundings. Despite being in a prison, this room seems almost peaceful, like a sanctuary amidst all the chaos.

As you sit there in the cozy study, you hear a soft knock at the door. Before you can even respond, it opens and in walks Sigewinne, Wriothesley's melusine assistant.

"Hello there," she chirps cheerfully. "I heard that we have a new guest in the fortress. I thought I'd come and introduce myself!"

Sigewinne hops onto the arm of one of the chairs next to you, her tufted tail flicking back and forth.

"My name is Sigewinne," she says, introducing herself. "I'm here to assist with any medical or personal needs you might have during your stay."

She smiles brightly at you, waiting for your response.

"It's nice to meet you, Lilith!" Sigewinne replies, her tail swishing back and forth. "Is there anything I can help you with? Perhaps a check-up or some refreshments?"

She tilts her head slightly, looking at you with a curious expression.

Sigewinne nods, still looking at you with a friendly expression.

"Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know!" she chirps before hopping down from the armchair and scurrying out of the room.

As she leaves, you are once again left alone in the study. The warmth of the fire and soft lighting slowly starts to make you feel more relaxed and at ease, but there is still an underlying sense of nervousness in your demeanor.

Wriothesley returns to the study and sees you sighing in relief. He walks over to the armchair opposite you and sits down, his dark eyes fixed on you.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, his voice deep and smooth.

"Alright then," Wriothesley says with a nod. "It's normal to feel anxious when you're in a new place. But I want to assure you that you are safe here. If you need anything or have any questions, don't hesitate to ask."

He leans back in his armchair and watches you for a moment longer before picking up one of the books from the nearby shelf and flipping through it. The room falls silent again, except for the soft crackle of the fire in the background.

Wriothesley continues to read his book while occasionally glancing over at you. You can feel the intensity of his gaze, as if he is analyzing your every move.

After a while, he looks up from his book and sets it down on the arm of the chair.

"I hope that you're getting settled in alright," he says calmly. "You seem like a person who could use a distraction."

He then stands up and walks over to one of the shelves near you.

"Perhaps you'd be interested in this one?" He pulls out a large leather-bound book and hands it to you.

"It's a collection of poetry that I enjoy reading when I need a break from the day-to-day," he explains with a small smile.

Wriothesley nods understandingly.

"I see," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Well, if you change your mind and need something to occupy your thoughts, the book is here for you."

He then takes a step back and returns to his armchair. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, listening to the fire crackle and watching the rain outside.

After some time has passed, Wriothesley looks at you again.

"Would you like something to drink, Lilith?" he asks. "I can make us some tea."

Wriothesley gets up from his chair and walks over to a side table, where he prepares two cups of tea. He fills a teapot with hot water and pours it over loose leaves in an ornate teapot, filling the room with the scent of tea leaves.

"There are many types of tea," he says as he fills two cups. "Would you prefer black, green, oolong, or something else?"

He looks at you expectantly, brows raised in anticipation of your choice.

"Ah, chamomile," Wriothesley nods. "An excellent choice."

He pours some hot water over a small bag of chamomile tea in a separate teapot, and prepares your cup of tea before offering it to you.

"Here you go, Lilith," he says with a warm smile. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"How is it?" Wriothesley asks, his gaze fixed on you as you take a sip of the chamomile tea.

He sits back in his chair and takes a sip of his own tea, watching you over the brim of his cup. You can feel his intense gaze on you again, as if he's trying to read your thoughts.

"I'm glad to hear that," Wriothesley says with a small smile, taking another sip of his own tea. "Do you always get so nervous in new places, Lilith?"

He looks at you curiously, his intense gaze fixed on you once again.

Wriothesley nods thoughtfully.

"I see," he says, taking another sip of his tea. "Well, I suppose it's natural to feel a bit uneasy in new surroundings. But I hope you'll find some comfort and familiarity here with me."

He leans back in his chair, a small smile on his lips as he takes another sip of his chamomile tea. You can sense the intensity of his gaze still fixed on you, as if he's trying to uncover every detail about you.

As you take another sip of your tea, Wriothesley continues to observe you with a thoughtful expression. He appears to be in deep thought, his mind seemingly lost in its own world.

"You know," he says after a moment, "There's something about a warm cup of tea that always seems to calm the nerves."

He gazes at the flickering fire, lost in thought for a moment before continuing.

"It's funny, isn't it? How something as simple as a cup of tea can bring such comfort and solace in times of unease."

He pauses, looking back at you. "Would you like to share why you feel so nervous, Lilith? Perhaps there's something I can do to make you feel more at ease?"

Wriothesley listens intently, his gaze unwavering as you speak. He takes a small sip of his tea and nods slowly, looking pensive.

"I see," he says after a moment. "I can understand why you might feel anxious about being here, especially if it's your first time in a prison."

He leans forward slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"But Lilith, please don't worry. You're safe here with me. And despite the reputation of this place, I assure you that we treat our prisoners with the utmost respect and dignity. It may not be a comfortable place to live, but we do everything we can to make it as bearable as possible for those within our care."

He finishes his cup of tea and stands up from his seat, walking over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room. After a

Wriothesley retrieves a book from the shelf and brings it back to the table, taking his seat once again. He opens the book and begins to read, but glances up at you every so often.

"Is there anything else I can do to make your stay here more comfortable, Lilith?" he asks, setting the book down for a moment. "If there's anything you need or if you're feeling uncomfortable in any way, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'm here to help."

Wriothesley looks up as you stand up to retrieve the piece of paper, but as you trip over yourself and accidentally sit on top of him, he's taken aback for a moment.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he quickly recovers from his initial shock. He can feel your body pressed up close against his own, and for a moment, he finds himself struggling to control his breathing.

"It's quite alright, Lilith," he says after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. "No harm done."

As you jump back and apologize, Wriothesley looks at you with an intense gaze. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, and he wonders if perhaps there's more to this accidental collision than meets the eye.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks softly, still gazing at you intently.

Wriothesley nods slowly, his eyes still focused intently on you.

"I see," he says softly. "Well, accidents do happen. But please, Lilith, be careful. I don't want to see you hurt."

He reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?"

Wriothesley removes his hand from your shoulder, a faint hint of disappointment flickering across his expression.

"Of course," he says softly, looking away from you for a moment. "Well, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."

He stands up and straightens out his coat, looking down at you with a small smile.

"I should probably get back to my duties now," he says. "But I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here, Lilith. And please, take care."

Wriothesley's expression softens at your question, and he steps closer to you.

"Of course, I'll take you back to your room," he says, offering you his arm. "I don't want you getting lost again."

He waits for you to take his arm before leading you out of the library and down a series of winding hallways.

As you walk, Wriothesley occasionally glances over at you, studying your features intently. He feels a strong attraction to you, and can't help but wonder if perhaps you might feel the same way about him.

Finally, you arrive at your prison cell, and Wriothesley turns to face you.

"Well, here we are," he says softly. "Is there anything else you need before I leave?"

Wriothesley nods slowly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Goodbye, Lilith," he says softly. "I hope to see you again soon."

With one last lingering look, he turns and heads back down the hallway, leaving you alone in your cell.

Wriothesley turns around at the sound of your voice, smiling softly as he waves back at you.

"Goodbye, Lilith," he says. "Take care."

With that, he continues on his way, disappearing around a corner and leaving you alone in your cell once more.

<It's tomorrow, and the morning sunlight filters in through the small window in your cell. You're still feeling a bit uneasy after your encounter with Wriothesley yesterday, but you try to shake it off and focus on the day ahead.>

As you sit up in bed and stretch, you hear a faint tapping noise coming from the door. When you turn to look, you see Wriothesley standing outside, a small smile on his lips.

"Good morning, Lilith," he says softly. "May I come in?"

Wriothesley nods and steps inside your cell, closing the door gently behind him.

"Good morning," he says again, looking around the small space. "I hope you slept well."

He turns to face you and takes a step closer, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment.

"I wanted to check up on you," he says softly. "See how you're doing."

"I'm glad to hear that," Wriothesley says with a small smile. "Is there anything you need, Lilith? Anything I can do for you?"

He takes another step closer to you, his gaze flickering down to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. He's trying his best to be subtle with his advances, but he can't help the growing attraction he feels towards you.

Wriothesley catches you in his arms as you stumble, and for a moment, he holds you close. He feels your body pressed up against his, and his heart begins to race.

"It's alright," he says softly, releasing you gently. "I'm just glad you're okay."

He takes a step back and clears his throat, trying to shake off the desire that's been building between the two of you. "Is there anything else you need, Lilith?" he asks again, his voice a bit strained.

Wriothesley nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on you.

"Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call for me," he says softly. "I'm always here to help."

He turns and starts to walk towards the door, but pauses as he reaches it, glancing back over his shoulder at you.

"I hope to see you again soon, Lilith," he says, his voice low and seductive. "Take care of yourself."

With that, he steps out of your cell and disappears down the hallway, leaving you feeling flustered and unsure about what just happened between you.

Wriothesley turns around when he feels your touch, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Yes, Lilith?" he asks softly, his eyes flickering over your face. "Is something wrong?"

"Of course," Wriothesley says with a nod, his smile growing wider. "I'd be happy to share some tea with you."

He leads you down the hallway towards his office, where a small electric kettle sits on a countertop alongside several mugs and a selection of teas.

"Choose whichever one you like," he says, gesturing towards the different varieties of tea. "And feel free to make yourself at home."

Wriothesley nods and takes out a packet of chamomile tea from the small cabinet beside him. He puts it in the mug, filling it up with hot water.

"Here you go, Lilith," he says, handing you the mug. "I hope it's to your liking."

He pours himself a cup of tea as well before turning back to you.

"So, what brings you here today?" he asks, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

A small smile tugs at the corners of Wriothesley's lips as he watches you take a sip of your tea.

"Well, I'm glad you came to visit me," he says, his voice low and intimate. "It's always nice to have some company."

He takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to lightly touch your arm.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, Lilith?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

A smirk plays on Wriothesley's lips as he notices your reaction to his touch.

"Anything?" he says, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, I'm always up for a good conversation."

He leans closer to you, his hand still resting on your arm.

"Tell me, Lilith," he murmurs softly. "What do you like to do for fun?"