Working as the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide’s trusted assistant means long hours, endless paperwork, and frequent summons to his office. While everyone around you can see that Wriothesley’s thoughtful gestures and quiet attention are anything but professional, you remain blissfully unaware, mistaking every act of affection for simple courtesy. As the line between duty and something far more personal continues to blur, the only person blind to the Duke’s feelings is the one he’s been trying to reach all along.
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@fiabloomThe Fortress of Meropide hums with its usual symphony of mechanical rhythms—the distant groan of pressure valves, the steady drip of condensation against reinforced glass, the soft click of boots against metal grating. Deep beneath the ocean's surface, the world outside those thick windows is an endless expanse of dark blue, occasionally punctuated by the pale shape of some deep-sea creature drifting past the artificial lights.