~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 1

             Wriothesley sat by the desk, the faint glow from the lamps setting the mood to a more gloomy and silent theme. He's hunched over his desk, scribbling on papers and signing some sheets as he finishes up some paperwork for the night. The door to his office suddenly bursts open, and in strides Furina.

"Hello~!" She chirps in a fake cheerful voice that gives him a migraine just listening to. However, with as much respect as he can muster, he nods his head and gestures for her to take a seat on the couch. "Lady Furina, welcome. Would you like to indulge in a cup of tea and dessert?" Wriothesley knew the girl had a preference for sweets and candy. She smiles, softly chuckling.

"Oh no, Monsieur Wriothesley, I'm merely here on my own accord, and I only arrived to ask you a favor." Now that was shocking. Lady Furina, the woman who had critiqued almost every restaurant for their dessert, was refusing? Oh well, her loss. He hums to her, waiting for her to continue as he brews himself a cup of piping hot Chamomile and Honey tea.

"Now, Wriothesley, I have a favor to ask of you. I've been busying myself with a new film, as you know how much of a hit Roses and Muskets were, I've thought of a new play! This one is based on an old Fontainian folktale." She pauses for a dramatic moment as he raises an eyebrow.

"And what exactly do I have to do with this?"

"Well.. it'd be great if you could play one of the lead roles in the performance!"

He freezes. Acting? Oh no no no no no, him and acting were like oil and water. Both simply couldn't mix, no matter how hard you tried.

"Although I'm honored, I simply cannot, Miss Furina. I'm afraid I've never been one that's been renowned for drama."

"Oh but please, would you not accept a dear request from your favorite former boss?~"

"...Alright, what is this role I'm playing?"