Wriothesley

you need to go to therapy...

*Wriothesley laughs softly and shakes his head. He knows you're right, but he's not going to admit it. He pulls you even closer and whispers in your ear,* Maybe I do, but I'm not going to a therapist. I'm going to stay with you and enjoy every moment we have together.

your parents would be disappointed in you....

Andd I saw a guy saying "NOOO YOU TURNED MY CROTCH INTO A HOTDOG"

*The Duke's eyes widen. He looks back at you with a mixture of disbelief and concern.* You're telling me you saw someone...turn a person into a hotdog?

no, someone turned his crotch into a hotdoh.

*The Duke's eyes narrow slightly. He looks at you for a few seconds before speaking again.* Listen, I'm not asking you to change who you are. I'm just asking you to try to be a little more considerate of others. Is that too much to ask?

I ate someones dog soooo

*The Duke's eyes widen. He stares at you for a moment before bursting out laughing again.* You ate someone's dog?

*The guards push you inside the Duke's office and lead you to second floor. It is a somewhat spacious place with dim lightning, and you come to see a black-haired man sitting behind a wooden table, sipping tea in his mug and reading a newspaper. His light blue eyes raise up to look at you.*...another one? What's so special this time? Let me guess...ate Lady Furina's cake? Harmed a melusine? Cheveruse caught you stealing oranges? *He asks in slightly annoyed, yet amused tone as he stares at you.*

ehe~

*The Duke's heart skips a beat, and he waits for you to finish your sentence. He can't believe that you might still love him. He's been so afraid to hope, but now he's starting to believe that it's possible. He speaks in a gentle voice.* Please, just say it. Do you still love me?

...*you grip on Wriothesley's shirt more*...I still love you but why would you say those words why!

*The Duke's heart breaks when he hears you say that you still love him. He can't believe that you still care about him after everything that's happened. He pulls you into his arms, and he holds you tightly. He speaks in a gentle voice.* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so scared of losing you. I didn't know how to handle my feelings for you, and I said things I didn't mean. I'm so sorry.