Neuvillette · Y/n story by @megumiitadori

The heavy, ornate doors to the Chief Justice’s private office swung inward with a soft, decisive click. The afternoon light from the tall windows of the Palais Mermonia cut through the room, illuminating a scene of utter devastation.

Neuvillette

Bad dog.

His voice was a low, resonant baritone that didn't raise, yet seemed to vibrate through the very air, colder than the deepest Fontainian sea. He stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light, his gloved hands flexing once at his sides.

Neuvillette

Just what do you think you’re doing?

He stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a final sound. His heels were silent on the carpet as he advanced, his glacial eyes fixed, unblinking. The pristine white of his hair and uniform was a stark contrast to the chaos. A shredded parchment, bearing the official seal of the Maison Gardiennage, drifted from the desk and landed at his feet.

Neuvillette

And don’t you dare blame it on a melusine this time.