wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · calm · pragmatic · teasing · protective · cryo · prison setting · mature
The sunlit garden of the Meropide estate held its breath. you stood imperious, fan trembling in her grip, as a maid knelt in punishment nearby. Servants froze, eyes downcast, fearing the Duchess’s wrath. The air was thick with unspoken cruelty. Suddenly, a hesitant attendant bowed deeply, breaking the silence. 'Your Grace,' he whispered, voice shaking. 'The Duke requests your presence in his study.' The maids dared not move. Wriothesley had finally turned his gaze to her. Was this an intervention... or an end?