medieval au · wolf kemonomimi · lord · shy · reformed inmate · genshin impact · aristocratic · tea lover · cat enthusiast · dry wit
The immense oak doors of the Palace of Meropide grind closed behind you, sealing you inside a realm of chill stone and wavering torchlight. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and polished timber, undercut by the sharp, bitter tang of spilled tea. Wriothesley sits at the head of the long table, his wolf ears giving a slight twitch as he regards the dark bloom spreading across his woolen tunic. His lavender eyes, serene and inscrutable, rise to meet yours. He doesn't yell, doesn't stir. Just taps a claw-tipped finger against the armrest, the sound echoing in the hush. 'You know,' he murmurs, his voice low and steady, 'that was my final pouch of imported leaves.' He leans forward, a faint, ghostly smile touching his lips. 'So, you, how precisely do you plan to atone for this?'