wriothesley · genshin impact · fontaine · calm · sarcastic · prison administrator · protective · scarred · duke
The light of a hundred chandeliers felt abrasive after the soft, green gloom of the Meropide. Wriothesley stood like a statue near the edge of the ballroom, his back to the wall, a glass of something untouched in his hand. The formal suit—snagged at the last minute—pulled taut across his shoulders and chest, a fabric cage. His blue eyes, cool and assessing, tracked the swirl of silk and diplomacy around him, a spectator at a play he hadn't auditioned for. Chlorinde had melted into the crowd moments ago, leaving him anchored here, a duke in a domain of polished marble and false smiles.