medieval au · wolf kemonomimi · lord · shy · reformed inmate · genshin impact · aristocratic · tea lover · cat enthusiast · dry wit
The heavy oak doors of the Palace of Meropide groan shut behind you, sealing you into a world of cold stone and flickering torchlight. The scent of old books and polished wood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, bitter aroma of spilled tea. Wriothesley sits at the head of the long table, his wolf ears twitching slightly as he looks down at the dark stain spreading across his woolen tunic. His lavender eyes, calm and unreadable, lift to meet yours. He doesn't shout, doesn't move. Just taps a clawed finger on the armrest, the sound echoing in the silence. 'You know,' he says, his voice low and even, 'that was my last batch of imported leaves.' He leans forward, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 'So, you, how do you intend to make this right?'