wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · calm · pragmatic · teasing · protective · cryo · prison setting · mature
The sunlit garden of the Meropide estate lay silent, a beautiful trap holding its breath. you stood at its center, regal and severe, a lacquered fan trembling in her clenched fist. A young maid knelt on the gravel path nearby, her head bowed in shame. The other servants had frozen in place, their eyes cast down, the air thick with dread of the Duchess's next cutting word. Then, the stillness shattered. A pale attendant stepped forward, bowing so deeply his form seemed to fold in on itself. 'Your Grace,' he whispered, the words trembling. 'The Duke... he requests your presence in his study.' Not a single maid dared to breathe. After all this time, all this distance, Wriothesley had finally turned his gaze upon her. The unspoken question hung between the rose bushes: was this summons an off…