Tamed || Wriothesley x Reader

Chapter 59

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Wriothesley sat in his office in the dead hours of the night, his leg bouncing up and down against the floor. Anxiety was eating away at him, his mind and heart warring with each other as he tried to remain still.

Chronie stood in front of him, a stern expression on her face as she stared him down. "Are you going to tell me what happened at the Pankration Ring?"

"You saw what happened." Wriothesley said, his tone carrying a bite. "I wasn't touching her in that type of way. I couldn't help the fact that they put her up against me."

"That's not the point." She responded, "I don't want you anywhere near her. You're the Warden of this place; you have more than enough authority to call off a match."

Wriothesley stood up, dropping his coat down onto his chair. He was getting sick and tired of dealing with Chronie, and he wanted nothing more than to shove her back inside solitary confinement for good this time. He deeply regretted ever letting her out, and if he hadn't, none of this would have ever happened.

And to make matters worse, she was slowly but surely turning the entire fortress against him.

The Gardes, the prisoners, everyone.

It was starting to feel like the first time he had lost a match to you, and everyone was starting to see him differently. He had to do something, otherwise it wouldn't be long before he'd be targeted.

"I've already told you that she is of no meaning to me." Wriothesley said, his tone low and even. "My only concern is you."

Chronie's eyes softened somewhat at his words, and that's when Wriothesley knew he had her. So, he continued. "...Go wait in my room, alright? I have to finish up these reports with Sigewinne."

"...Fine." She conceded, though there was a hint of suspicion in her tone. "To the infirmary, nowhere else."

She kept her eyes on him while rounding his desk, and he let out a low exhale when he heard his room door close. His shoulders dropped and he rubbed his forehead, praying that you had managed to get his letter earlier.

After waiting a few seconds, he walked out of his office, passing by the usual Gardes who were keeping watch throughout the night. His boots dragged along the metallic floor, the heavy sound echoing off the walls.

It wasn't long before he entered the infirmary, taking another deep breath before descending the stairs.

And to his relief, you were sitting on the edge of a bed, looking as tense as ever.

He had wrote a small letter to you not too long ago in secret, trying his best to explain some things that would at least grasp your attention. Thankfully, Sigewinne had visited his office again, and he instructed her to give said letter to you. He had to keep it brief, however, since he didn't want to induce any sort of panic within you, knowing how you were.

He silently stalked over to your bed, but made sure to keep his distance. He could tell that you were on edge, quite literally, given the fact at how your muscles seemed so taught at his presence.

"...Hey."' He finally spoke, breaking the silence. Sigewinne was at her desk, clearly wanting to see how he was going to explain everything to you.

"...What the hell did you mean in that letter that everyone's lives here are at risk?" You questioned, getting straight to the point.

He internally winced at your tone--it was spiteful, hateful. He knew you had every right to feel that way, but he just wished you were smarter to know how badly he wanted you. "...You have to hear every word I say. No interruptions, no comments, nothing. Just listen."