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Since the announcement of his personal relationship with the beautiful Chief Justice Neuvillette to the public eyes, Wriothesley has been swamped in letters of all kinds.

At the start of his tenure as Administrator of the Fortress, he had actually received a similar level of correspondence, but the number had drastically reduced once corrupted politicians and businessmen realised all of their offers and bribes went straight to the authorities for the Maison Gardiennage to deal with. As his reputation as a cold-hearted, incorruptible son of a bitch with a knack for taking care of thorny problems grew, the letters trickled down to essential communication and the many inquiries Wriothesley had all over Fontaine -and sometimes beyond.

But this little PR stunt had renewed interest in himself and his role as the Duke of Meropide. All of a sudden, people in good positions were reminded that deep under the sea of Fontaine slumbered a monster of political and commercial power. 

As the leader of a technically independent faction, he could stand on equal ground with the Iudex with considerable leverage at his fingertips. As a Duke of Fontaine, few were of equal standing to him, reinforcing his legitimacy. As the director of an industrial empire, he had both the mainpower, the rare resources, and the mora to buy a quarter of the country's economy. And if diplomacy, words and money were not enough, he had many loyal guards and even more guardmeks than the reigning security -hells, he could even make himself an army if he so wished, as the main producer of mechanical parts and mekas. Stirring unrest on his territory would be a poor strategy: no one wanted to mess with the convicts, the thieves, the murderers, the symbol of misfortune and castignation many Fontainians used to make naive children behave. And worst even, the Duke was popular, well liked by the inmates and secured in his position.

Suddenly, all of those comfortable players on the surface wanted a piece of the cake -and to make sure Wriothesley would not plot a coup against the reigning order. In that sense, his relationship with Neuvillette, the living incarnation of Justice and Fontaine’s most prominent figure after their archon, was a blessing and reassurance to them all. If he was tamed and in love with the Iudex, he would be hesitant to destroy the status quo. The idea was profoundly funny to Wriothesley, who would tear down nations and empires if Neuvillette asked him.

Back to his letters, the Duke quickly sorted them for his perusal. Most of them were offers of congratulations, both well-meaning and empty platitudes to court his benevolence. Some had gifts, but his old reputation was a powerful deterrent and none of them had been traps of any kind -most of them Wriothesley would not wield himself regardless, but they could always be used in the Fortress. He had kept the tea, and answered the associated letters politely -genuine interest or good research had to be rewarded. The most informed were the most dangerous, and as the saying went, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Business offers from shred entrepreneurs were next, attracted by new venues and seeing the benefits of his reputation. The success of his past enterprises were highlighted, and numbers spewed out to tempt his hand in saying yes to various contracts. Wriothesley was no merchant, but he had learnt to be as meticulous and ruthless as they came in negotiations. But this was fun, routine, and from all the duties he had taken as Lord of Meropide, it was the one he had always found the easiest. Mathematics and economics may have been the one lesson from his “parents'' he had not thrown away.

Keeping in line with his public image, Wriothesley had also been cultivating his topside network now that he had the reach and prestige to be bolder. He needed information even more than before, especially if he was to keep a closer eye on Neuvillette potential detractors. After the Grand Ball, he had lost no time contacting various nobles and persons of interest he had talked to, the ones he believed would be the most useful contacts. Gossiping grandmas, enterprising young men, gambling nobles eager to cosy up to new fun, and many more. Fostering alliances and keeping in touch was another of his talents.

Journalists had stayed insistent in their goal of securing an interview with him, or for the Warden to answer their questions and make statements, even in written form. Wriothesley had played the diplomatic game long enough and dodged those with ease. He still kept their name in a notebook, in case he ever needed to make use of the papers or publish a billet. You never knew when you could use some public goodwill.

As for the rest, the angry letters from dejected admirers -mostly Neuvillette’s fans, but he had gotten a few for himself which had surprised him-, the acidic threats, and the empty warnings, he neatly disposed of them.

The whole spectrum of human emotions on his desk. Poor Monglane and Imena had their works cut out for them, and the same melusines that usually scanned Neuvillette mail had taken to check his as well for potential dangers. The gesture warmed Wriothesley’s heart, especially when he had exchanged with Neuvillette on the subject and learned it had all been the girl's initiative with no prompt from the Iudex.

The Duke was used to knowing what was going on in his Fortress. He knew what to expect from his duties and correspondence. A letter from his Archon had not been on the list this morning.

There were no marks or seals of the Palais, only Lady Furina's name scribbled on a white envelope. Wriothesley was sceptical, and compared it first with the one he had received for the Grand Ball, and found the writing identical. That reassured him a bit on the legitimacy of the content, but raised more questions: why would their archon send him a personal letter? She had been here for the Grand Ball, and had already offered her congratulations in person. Was a letter necessary? Or was her personal correspondence only a guise.

Opening it up, the content was a simple letter, penned in clear blue ink. A first look revealed no trap or obvious traces, and so Wriothesley started to read. Soon his eyebrows raised.

“Monsieur Duke Wriothesley of Meropide,

I, Lady Furina, hereby invite you for a tea party at your earlier convenience at the Palais Mermonia. This letter is sent in the quality of a dear friend of Neuvillette, and not as the Archon of Fontaine, but I will not hesitate to use all the power at my disposal to make you accept my proposal.

Kind regards, Furina de Fontaine

PS: Do bring some of the delicious cakes you previously made.”

Pretty bold, but definitely in line with their capricious archon style. But the Duke could understand why this was not sent via the regular channels, as it was definitely not official business. A shovel talk by his archon was not what Wriothesley expected for his afternoon, but he had faced worse odds in poorer conditions.

The Duke thought to make her wait, but quickly decided otherwise. Lady Furina, despite her mercurial mood and tendency to trivialise every matter, had been nothing but encouraging toward Neuvillette and his growing feelings, cheering him on with much -too much- enthusiasm. And the Iudex was fond of her like he would a sibling, something Wriothesley was very familiar with. So he would play nice.

While not explicitly stated in the letter, it was implied Neuvillette would not be present at this meeting, and it would probably be best to inform him only when said appointment had passed. Depending on what would be said, Wriothesley didn’t want to saddle Neuvillette with unnecessary feelings. He doubted Lady Furina would do anything to harm him, and nothing she could say or carry out would deter him from Neuvillette. Later then they could talk, maybe right afterward if his beloved was in his office once the meeting with their Archon was concluded. Hopefully he would only have harmless anecdotes to share, and not promise of treason.

Pushing the letter to the side, Wriothesley reviewed the content of his icebox in his mind. Did he have the ingredients for a cake worthy of Lady Furina? No doubt this was part of a test for the Archon to grant her approval.

In between bouts of reviews and documents, the Duke got to work on Fontinalia Mousses. The basic ingredients of egg, cream, and sugar were easy to find, as was white chocolate and jam with some rummaging in his cupboards. The tidalga was more challenging, as were the lakelight lilies, since they were better used fresh and as such he didn’t have them in stock. Visiting Erinnyes Forest for the freshest blossoms would be out of the question, but thankfully Wriothesley knew a very competent florist that may have them in her shop. He had used many a bouquet from her since the start of his courtship, and would actually purchase one more to bring Neuvillette right after his appointment with Focalors.

Once he was set, Wriothesley sent an express messenger to the overworld to fetch the missing items, and went back to his duties. He would have sent an answer to Lady Furina, but was not actually sure it would be read before his arrival. And she had summoned him to the earliest convenience: her fault for not setting up a proper meeting.

Almost four hours went by before a knock was heard on the door of the Duke’s office. Wriothesley had had the time to eat lunch, as well as compiling the administrative documentation for the week. All and all a productive morning, which would turn into a productive afternoon as he spotted the required flowers in the guard’s arms. The Duke thanked his messenger, and encouraged him to get himself a lucky welfare meal on order of the Warden.

Now that preparations were completed, Wriothesley lost no time actually making the mousses. They would need to cool a little before they could be served: on this occasion more than ever, the Duke was thankfully for his cryo vision that would reduce such wait time in more than half. It also allowed him to put in a special touch, turning creams into foam then dust with a flash freeze, a thin powder that would rehydrate and melt under the tongue. Was it showing off? Absolutely. But in his defence he was meeting up with the highest power of the nation on a last minute notice with a special request for cake from a delicate and selective palate.

Once he was satisfied with the crystalline coloration and the elegance of the presentation, Wriothesley put the pastries in the icebox. He had no doubt about their taste.

It was actual tea time when the Duke entered the Palais Mermonia with unhurried steps some odd hours later. One of his hands was holding the cake box, the other hanging freely by his side -the flowers he had for Neuvillette were hidden from view in a magic pocket. Convenient invention from Lyney and Lynette, he would admit. Some gestionnaires saluted him on his way, and he returned the gesture amicably.

“Hello Sedene!”

“Hello, your grace! Are you here to see Monsieur Neuvillette?”

“Not yet. I have an upstanding invitation for tea time with Lady Furina first.”

The melusine nodded, and checked her books for a second before smiling.

“Yep, I can see this appointment! I am not sure Lady Furina expected you this early, but I’m sure she will be delighted!”

“Thank you.”

Despite his statement, Wriothesley couldn’t help but trail his gaze on the familiar door to the Iudex’s office, before knocking on the one leading to their Archon workroom.

The Duke heard a sudden noise inside, like something hitting wood - or a desk. Wriothesley’s eyes sharpen in reflex, but his mind caught up quickly. Lady Furina may have been surprised by the sudden arrival. 

“Ah, enter, enter!”

The Duke pushed the door, and could confirm immediately there was no one inside apart from his host, and no apparent danger. The Hydro Archon was subtly rearranging her hat, possibly to hit a fresh bruise as papers were knocked on the floor and pushed behind her desk in a “discreet” manner.

“Duke Wriothesley! I am surprised to see you join me so promptly!”

The Warden smiled, moving his hand so that his package was brought to attention in a nonchalant gesture.

“You mentioned I should be visiting at my earliest convenience, and I happened to have a slot in my schedule today. Unless I'm coming in at a bad time?”

Lady Furina had zeroed in on the cake, and she could almost be seen salivating. Registering the Duke words, she recomposed herself.

“Not at all, my word is my promise and I should congratulate you on such an efficient answer! But let’s not dally up keeping still as we are, and let us settle in for a proper tea time.”

“Your proposal is music to my ear, Lady Furina.”

Their Archon mostly appeared eager to get her hand on the promised cake, but she fulfilled her duty as hostess with a grace speaking of experience. She offered him a seat, and a caretaker quickly brought tea and cutlery, serving them both before disappearing. Wriothesley recognized the aroma as a flagrant and expensive blend, and acknowledged that Lady Furina was treating their meeting as seriously as possible. He appreciated the effort on his behalf and that of the Iudex. Still, the Duke barely resisted the urge to tease, especially after Neuvillette had shared so many anecdotes of their archon drowning good tea in sugar.

“Unfortunately, I was unable to make the exact same cake as last time, but I hope you will be satisfied by a freshly made Fontalian mousse.”

She probably didn't mind, as Wriothesley could see the huge smile on her face. Dutifully, he served her a pastry, before taking one for himself.

“If it is as good as your last creation, I will not mind at all, Duke Wriothesley!”

As Wriothesley sipped on his tea, Lady Furina quickly devoured her cake, humming happily between bites. She seemed in a good mood, which was probably a good sign for their coming discussion.

“Ah, there is nothing like a delicious cake to make a great tea time! My congratulations once again, Duke Wriothesley.”

“Thank you for the praise, Lady Furina. I am myself quite fond of the idea of a nice break before coming to talks.”

Like she suddenly remembered she had sent for him with a purpose, Lady Furina stood up straighter on her seat. She may have been bracing herself as she finished her treat dutifully before setting down her fork.

“As you know from my letter, I am talking with you now not as your Archon, but as a friend of Neuvillette.”

Wriothesley put his tea cup back on the table, offering his full attention.

“Neuvillette… is a kind and wonderful soul. I am proud of the progress he has made since the moment he arrived at the Court, and for the growth he will continue to display in the future. I have always encouraged him to relax and have fun, to mingle in the crowd and foster bonds that would help develop his heart. For centuries, he remained an aloof spectator but now… he is blossoming in his feelings, happy and viewing the world as if for the first time all over again. I have no doubt you are responsible, Duke Wriothesley. And for this, I would like to start by thanking you.”

The Duke blinked, outer movements transpiring nothing of the thoughts converging in his head. Objectively, he knew, but to hear it from the mouth of someone else… someone as close to Neuvillette as Furina was…. He made Neuvillette happy.

“Then allow me to start as such: I love Neuvillette with all my heart and with everything that I have. But it is thanks to all the efforts Neuvillette put into understanding himself that he could flower into the incredible compassionate person he is today. He always had the potential he needed. I just hope I can provide the comfort and security he needs to let himself feel.”

Lady Furina smiled gently, spoon mixing the tea in the cup she was holding.

“You are. I had never seen him with such earnest expressions until I witnessed how he smiled when thinking of you. The sentiment seems reciprocated.”

The Duke blinked. Was he smiling? Wriothesley had not noticed. It was dangerous to slip into sentimentality, but Lady Furina had always been a great listener when she put her heart into it.

“It is easy to love him.” It was the only thing Wriothesley could answer.

The Archon snorted, breaking the solemnity of the conversation.

“Dozens upon dozens of heartbroken Fontainian will not contradict your sentiment. And despite everything, it is you he has chosen.”

The gravity of such monumental honour was not lost on Wriothesley, and had never been. Neuvillette could have had anyone, but it was Wriothesley he smiled with, Wriothesley he looked at with deep affection, Wriothesley he kissed, Wriothesley he loved . The reminder always filled the Duke with warmth and satisfaction, immense pride and the slightest hint of possessiveness.

This time, Wriothesley knew he was smiling cockily, and Furina continued.

“His first love in his centuries of life. And probably the last.”

The last?

“The last?” The Duke repeated, alarmed.

Furina sighed happily, ignorant of the bombshell she had dropped.

“Dragonkind is romantic, when you think about it.”

Wriothesley didn’t answer, his brain stuck on her last sentence. The last. The last. What did she know he ignored? The last. The Duke immediately put a slap on his rising anguish, focusing on learning more.

But she must have been more sensitive than he could have guessed, or his terror was deeper than he could hide. Lady Furina went pale, a hand covering her mouth and eyes widening in distress.

“Ahah, Duke Wriothesley, you do know Neuvillette is not human, yes?”

“Yes. I know he is the Hydro Sovereign.”

She relaxed immediately. Her panic stemmed from the thought she had betrayed his trust and secret. That was… ok. Lady Furina could be a bit of a blabbermouth, but presently Wriothesley was not someone she needed to hide things from concerning Neuvillette. The Duke actually needed her to reveal everything she might have known yesterday.

“Oh dear, for a moment I thought… I mean, yes of course I knew you knew about Neuvillette, who do you think I am?”

“You are very knowledgeable, Lady Furina, of this I have no doubt. Would you care to share such wisdom and enlighten me on one of the points you mentioned? That I will be his last?”

The Archon barely recovered facade crumbled immediately, picking up right on her dread once more. She was hesitant to answer, and stumbled over her words.

“No no not at all, I mean… I’ve already said too much…”

Wriothesley knew he was pushing, was not sure if she would break and talk, was probably rushing with all the grace of a bull in a Liyue shop, but he had to know. He stood up.

“Lady Furina, I beg of you. What do you mean I will be his last? Is Neuvillette in danger? For loving me?”

The Archon panic grew, her hands coming up her face to make grand gestures of negative sign as she shook her head. Wriothesley took a step forward, ready to go on his knees and implore the Archon for whatever bribe of information he could use.

“Duke Wriothesley, that’s not for me to…”

“I need to know. If Neuvillette is at any risk because of me…”

“I can’t…”

“I have to know!” He growled.

“Dragons mate for life!” Lady Furina shouted.

Wriothesley stopped, stunned. Using his silence as a moment to explain herself, she continued.

“Dragons will have one lover for the rest of their existence, and will take no other if tragedy befall them. They court, they sing, they dance and…”

“Does Neuvillette know?”

Compartmentalise. Wriothesley’s feelings were a swirl of turmoil and mixed impressions, but Neuvillette was not in any immediate danger. He needed to calm down and use his brain, think for a minute and understand the situation. The Duke remembered the heartfelt conversation they had shared, the promises Neuvillette and him had made. To make the effort, to take the time, to love. “There was no one to teach me.” So many aspects of dragon nature Neuvillette could only guess and stumble upon, Sovereign in a body that was human, muddled instincts and no legacy to draw from. Wriothesley refused to believe Neuvillette would have omitted such crucial information. Please do not break my trust. Or maybe he would have shared later. Please, my love .

Wriothesley masked the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty. Lady Furina carried on, hesitant after being interrupted but mustering a cheerful tone.

“Of course he must… oh. Oh, maybe not, I always forget…”

She looked sad, and the Duke imagined he shared the same sentiment. Neuvillette had lived with humans almost all his life. He was ignorant of many dragon matters and instincts. Alone, and for so long lonely. Celestia could be cruel.

Lady Furina nodded, resolution setting on her face as she stood up in turn, and walked toward her library. She perused the books, looking for one in particular it seemed like, the one holding the secrets she had just mentioned.

“A long time ago, as I was conducting research on ancient times, I stumbled upon this journal. I had forgotten it, as it was no use for me at the time, but now… you and Neuvillette deserve to know the information it contains.”

She retrieved said book and brought it to the Duke. Wriothesley exhaled, closed his eyes and breathed. Forced himself to relax once more.

“My apologies Lady Furina, I have been quite the impolite guest. Thank you for sharing this book with me.”

“Your apologies are accepted, as it was my carelessness that stirred the waves.”

Wriothesley took the book carefully, and was not surprised to find it written in remurian. But the name on the inside, and probable author of the journal, did amaze him. The missing piece of the puzzle, and a greater source of information than everything else in his personal collection. While the Duke checked the book with great reference, Lady Furina came back to her seat and grabbed another cake.

“Still, you are very mean Monsieur Wriothesley! I had plans! I had uncomfortable questions to ask! I had threats to make in Neuvillette’s honour!”

Despite the worry heavy on his mind, Wriothesley found some cheer in the banter.

“Ah, so a shovel talk was the real reason for my presence, and not just the food.” The Duke said obviously, in a tone so dry it was unmistakable as irony. Lady Furina blushed and puffed, but was not deterred.

“Yes, a shovel talk! As Neuvillette's friend I am under obligation to defend him should you break his heart, and to send the gardes to chase you, scary Warden of the Fortress or not!”

“That would be a gross breach of your power as an Archon.”

“I would still do it! But how can I, when I see how devoted you are! Even a blind man would know!”

Wriothesley smiled, and didn’t add anything.

“And let’s not speak of Neuvillette himself! If I ever so much as mention your name, he immediately gets that lovesick look. There, you are doing it too! Two peas in a pod. You will break your own bones because you have upset him before I even get to you for revenge!”

“I would if it helped.”

“Oh, you are way too proud of that fact. Have some respect for yourself as well.”

“I have plenty of self-conservation instincts for myself, Lady Furina, but I will spare no effort for Neuvillette.”

“Hurfgh, utterly smitten, as I just said.” Lady Furina raised her hands in frustration, as if to highlight there was no reasoning for the doomed Duke. But she was smiling, and Wriothesley playing it up.

“Lady Furina, I can assure you I will never want to hurt Neuvillette of my own accord, and that you have my blessing to put me down should I disobey my promise.”

“Of course you don’t want to, and I do not believe you will. Neuvillette chose you for a reason, and I will always trust his judgement.”

Wriothesley nodded, serious, before he added.

“Thank you for caring about Neuvillette. You are someone precious to him, and as such I will do my utmost to prove myself to you in that regard as well.”

Lady Furina took another sip of her tea, obviously pleased. If she was masking bashfulness or laughter, Wriothesley could not guess, but supposed it didn’t really matter. Silence settled, amiable and filled with a lingering understanding. Neuvillette was important for them both, and cooperation would be preferred. The Archon could be a brat, but she had a good heart, and that would have to be enough. 

Neither mentioned the prophecy, even as Wriothesley had hope perhaps she would. The resealing of the gate down in the Fortress had without a doubt been shared with her, but Lady Furina didn’t seem pressed to comment or inquire more. Wriothesley dearly wished she truly had a plan in mind… but there was a reason he was building the Wingalet. The Duke had long ago learned to not trust people and to rely on his own two hands instead. Except Neuvillette. He would always believe in him. And maybe in the future, Wriothesley could start to trust other people again.

Once their tea party was over and all the cake had been eaten, Wriothesley took his leave, shooshed away by the Archon.

“I hope you have a nice time with Monsieur Neuvillette, but do keep in mind this is a public office!” Lady Furina shouted in guise of a goodbye.

Wriothesley resisted the urge to groan, and got very familiar with the exasperation the Iudex often felt toward the Archon. In the Palais main room, the gestionnaires head turned to witness the scene, and some started to whisper, averting their eyes.

“Thank you very much Lady Furina. I wish you the best of luck finishing this official statement that you have absolutely ready and did not delay for two weeks!”

The Duke didn’t turn around to check her reaction, but he could hear her first squeak then laugh forcibly. Neuvillette had had strong words on the subject in his last letter. Speaking off…

As he moved to the door opposite the one he had just come out from, Wriothesley’s hand flew to the inside of his jacket to take out the magic pocket, and then the bouquet of flowers he had prepared.

As he knocked on the door out of politeness, the Duke took the moment to centre himself.

He was happy to see his love, as always, and excited to see the face he would make at the gift. Wanted to hear his voice, listen to his words as they talked about their day for a few minutes. Eager to hold his hand and kiss him. He would not be able to stay long, but each moment was a precious memory to keep close to his heart. Yet the bitter taste of uncertainty lingered, questions on the tip of his tongue: Did you know dragons only had one love? Would you have told me? Will you resent me one day? Will you regret me?

“Enter please.”

Inside the office, Neuvillette had already let go of his pen, and was rising from his seat to meet Wriothesley halfway. He was smiling, and for a moment the Duke forgot everything, his heart skipping a beat. The Iudex was ethereal as he approached, almost gliding across the floor and captivating Wriothesley entirely. The door closed.

“Wriothesley.” 

This call was music to his ears. Once his beloved was in reach, the Duke lost no time taking hold of an offered hand, bringing it first to his lips for a kiss, before pulling Neuvillette closer. The dragon followed with no resistance, his free hand cusping Wriothesley cheek, before they both came in together for a kiss. It was chaste and sweet, a small indulgence to soothe the ache of separation.

“I was not expecting you today.” Neuvillette whispered with a smile.

“A good surprise I hope.” Wriothesley still couldn’t help asking. The wisp of doubt tried to make themselves known, but the sunshine of the Iudex presence quickly chased them away.

“Very much so.”

The Duke indulged in another kiss.

“I know I won’t be able to stay long, but I still wanted to see you. I brought you flowers.”

“Thank you.”

Neuvillette looked fond, and yet didn’t move to take the bouquet, basking in the warm contact of Wriothesley. His eyes shifted over the blossoms, taking them in first to appreciate their beauty and smell, and then searching for their meaning. Flower language had become something of a game between them, another way to pass along subtle messages and proclamations of love.Unknown to Wriothesley, Neuvillette had kept them all in his home, unnaturally preserved in transparent vases and life-giving waters. The bouquets were like memories, their simple view enough to bring back the feelings of shared moments and his longing for the man who had offered them.

The Duke allowed Neuvillette his time, a fond chuckle rumbling in his throat. Today it was mostly blue blossoms, echoing his beloved own attire. Wriothesley wanted to tuck flowers in his hair, so he would carry some of his feelings with him. The dragon inclined his head, sweet words now pouring out of his mouth. The words unspoken are the flower , but naming them out loud always sent a thrill down Neuvillette spine.

“Romaritime flowers.”

The Iudex’s mouth was too far away, but Wriothesley couldn’t resist planting a kiss on his temple.

“They are your favourite.” He simply said. Neuvillette hummed, absorbed by his gift.

“Anemones in white and blues. Sincerity and protection. Anticipation. I am missing you. Don’t forget to enjoy the moment.”

“Oh believe me I am.”

Neuvillette was momentarily distracted from his bouquet, sending his lover an exasperated but fond glare. His eyes went back to the next flowers.

“Forget-me-nots. As if I ever could.”

Wriothesley felt warmed at the easy mention.

“Go on.” He nudged. Neuvillette continued.

“True love and respect. You are in my thoughts. And the last one…Agapanthus.”

The Duke placed another kiss on Neuvillette's cheek, as if trying to distract him. Outwardly, the Iudex hardly reacted, but Wriothesley could see the small shivers on his skin, the tiniest inclination of his neck like an invitation.

“Love, purity, beauty…”

Neuvillette gasped as the Duke kisses moved to the shell of an ear, the pointed end of it caressed by warm lips.

“...fertility…”

Wriothesley’s mouth descended to his neck, barely-there kisses and the light press of a nose. A shuddering breath escaped Neuvillette, throat bared as Wriothesley toed the line where clothes meet skin. But his hands were occupied, and he couldn’t push further.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Wriothesley?”

The Duke was rewarded by a sharp inhale as he whispered directly in Neuvillette's ear.

“My boldest hope will always be to tempt you away from your duties… but I know you take those too seriously. It’s something I love about you.”

Neuvillette blushed, but he didn’t deny.

“Would it satisfy you to know I hesitated for a second?”

Wriothesley actually laughed.

“I can take a loss with grace, but your words are a balm to my heart.”

“Let me… let me find a vase.”

Neuvillette’s hand brushed the Duke’s as he finally seized the offered present, distracting Wriothesley with a kiss as he extracted himself from his hold with elegance. The Duke watched him move away to his shelves, amethyst eyes peeking shyly behind him as to assure Wriothesley was not leaving. Or jumping him maybe. Oh, the Warden was always tempted, he was only a mortal man, but he could bid his time. Once a vase was filled with water, the Duke walked the few steps separating him from Neuvillette.

He was not hiding at all, and knew the dragon had heard him. The Iudex only finished putting the flowers down, admiring the petals and showing no sign of turning around. Acknowledging a permission when it was presented to him, Wriothesley embraced Neuvillette. Plastered against the dragon's back, his arms circled the much adored waist, head coming back to the crook of his shoulder. The Duke stayed tame this time, just breathing in the scent of water blossoms and petrichor. The Iudex’s hands came to rest atop his, gentle motions relaxing the warden even further. Wriothesley would have been satisfied lazing around for the precious minutes he was given, but Neuvillette was as curious as they came.

“What were you doing on the surface?” He asked kindly.

As he just said, the Duke could recognize an opportunity. The Archon unintentional revelation still lingered in the back of his brain, but this was a situation not threaded lightly.

“I actually came to see Lady Furina on her invitation.” Wriothesley answered in a neutral tone.

“Oh, I was not aware she had contacted you. Did she… Did she embarrass you? Or tell you stories?”

Neuvillette seemed mortified at the idea, like a relative humiliating you in front of your crush. The picture was infinitely mondaine, and nothing either of them had expected to experience someday. Cute .

“Nothing of the sort. We were just talking about you. Only nice things, I swear.”

“About me?”

Wriothesley waited a bit, watching Neuvillette for signs this comment was another one of these sentences he voluntarily pretended not to understand. When he saw no sign of recognition or breaking character, the Duke didn’t resist the laugh bubbling up his throat.

“Oh sweetness, are you familiar with the concept of a shovel talk?”

This opening only seemed to perplex him more. From behind him, it was hard to see, but Wriothesley would have bet he was frowning.

“Shovel? What does gardening have to do with your conversation?”

“Ah, that would be another one of our silly human idioms. In essence, a shovel talk is what you call a warning given to a romantic partner from a concerned party of the other half of a couple. If you hurt him, I will hurt you kind of talk, you know?”

Neuvillette nodded, a strand of hair breaking free and tickling Wriothesley's nose for a moment.

“I can understand the idea of protection and verbal promises of retribution from one’s family for wrongdoing. But why a shovel?”

“If I kill you I'll need one to bury the body?” Wriothesley mimicked.

“That sounds like a bad idea on all accounts. Vigilantism is against the law and can be punished accordingly. If one party is responsible…”

“It’s mostly talk. There is rarely any occasion for such a threat to become reality.”

“That’s a good thing then. I dislike the idea of violence in such a way, especially in relation to you. If you wronged me in any way, I’ll always want to talk to you first. And why involve other people in our affairs, and only in such aggressive capacity? Do Lady Furina believe me incapable of making my own choices then?”

Sensing a situation spiralling out of proportion and the Iudex ready to go into a rant, Wriothesley squeezed Neuvillette's waist.

“Quite the contrary, she says she trusts your judgement entirely, and so do I. The shovel talk is mostly a tradition that’s all bark and no bite, a way for families to show a romantic partner they better do things right. Kind of like meeting the parents and showing you’ll take good care of their child. Close bonds and families you know.”

A beat. Neither had parents for such worries. Wriothesley could feel Neuvillette tighten his hold on his hands, secure and firm. The Duke was not particularly concerned or affected, but appreciated the consideration immensely.

“Plus I’ll know you could probably evaporate me before Lady Furina even comes close. It’s mostly symbolism.”

“I would never wish to hurt you.” Neuvillette replied immediately. Wriothesley nuzzled the dragon’s throat, affection swelling in his heart. For a moment more, Wriothesley wanted to forget the damocles sword over his head.

“Did she threaten you then?”

“Mmm?”

Wriothesley racked his brain for the last sentences of their discussion.

“Ah, Lady Furina. No she called me a besotted fool but she’ll be right. We actually had quite the productive talk.”

“With Miss Furina?”

“She has her moments, as you know.”

Neuvillette inclined his head in silent admission.

“She said….”

Now was the moment of truth. Break or make Wriothesley. The Duke inhaled deeply, steeling himself. Sensing the change of mood, Neuvillette tried to turn, but was stopped by strong arms reinforcing their embrace. He didn’t move more, waiting to hear what Wriothesley wanted to say.

“The subject of your draconic nature came up, and she happened to have information I had no idea about.”

“Ah, it’s rare you are not the first one informed, but that sounds like good news. What did you learn then?”

Wriothesley’s heart was a wild thing raging war on his thoughts. Turn of phrases, subtle questioning, plans were made and dismissed in an instant on the subject of how to best ask Neuvillette if he had known. If he knew dragons mated for life and chose him anyway. If he didn't know, and would regret it. 

If he knew and didn't find it necessary to tell Wriothesley the truth. To leave him unaware, unworthy. That would be the worst sentence of them all. But the most dreadful part... Wriothesley would forgive him. He would jump on any excuse, accept any explanation. Was he truly condemned to give his trust to people who would throw it back at his face? A disgraced mutt willing to accept any mistreatment for a morsel of sympathy.

But not Neuvillette . Never him. He was everything kind and beautiful, and he loved him. It would be unfair to accuse him of such deception, to taint what he had willingly given with the lens of self-doubt and his bad past. Wriothesley still felt like smoke was blocking his throat, but he didn’t fear his beloved answer. He wished to trust him.

“She gave me a journal from Remurian time, written by a dragon themselves. As you can probably guess, there is surely more information and accounts that could get us familiar with dragon behaviour than what the other books could only allude to.”

“That’s wonderful. But Wriothesley, what are you not telling me?” Neuvillette asked gently.

Observant, intelligent, perfect creature. Wriothesley took a deep breath. Tried not to bite his tongue.

“She mentioned… Dragons will mate for life. One love.”

In his arms, Neuvillette stilled and gasped suddenly. The Duke didn’t move, but neither would he relent his hold. He looked, studied, and watched the Iudex in every detail.

“Oh… I didn’t know… but it does feel right.” He finally answered with wonder in his voice.

Wriothesley felt like crying. Breathless, Neuvillette continued.

“From the moment I noticed you, when you came back to the surface to receive your title… I could never forget you or push you away, your very being branded in my thoughts. As the tides soothes my aches and my feelings, the flame I held for you would never extinguish, burning brighter with every letter we shared, every gift, every moment spent by your side. My heart clawed at my chest at the idea of pretending I held nothing for you. My blood rebelled against the notion I could never burden you with such emotions. My soul… I cried in anguish, lamenting the fact I could not call you mine, but I was already yours.”

Tears fell into Neuvillette’s robes, silent sobs the Iudex could feel wracking the figure standing behind him. A droplet spilled on exposed skin, unknowingly revealing the turmoil of Wriothesley’s heart. Neuvillette drew breath.

“So you didn’t know. Oh Neuvillette, Neuvillette…”

The Duke felt the dragon shift face to face, hands coming to cradle his head, pushing him closer into the safety of Neuvillette’s body.

“Wriothesley, my love, oh I’m sorry for the pain. If I had known, it would not have changed my actions, and I would have told you the moment I learned. I have nothing to hide from you.”

“I’m just… I don’t want to be your regret…”

“I have many regrets, but you will never be one.”

Wriothesley didn’t know if he wept now from joy or relief, but didn’t care. He could feel Neuvillette solid against him, the tenderness of his reassurance, the depth of emotion they both shared at this moment. How could he have doubted his treasure?

“I love you.” Wriothesley declared. 

“And I love you.” He got as an answer.

The Duke laughed, finally. He felt lighter than ever. In the next moment, Wriothesley flexed his arms and twirled Neuvillette around just to hear him yelp once again. The Iudex looked at him with love, hands still holding his face. After a few rotations, the Duke let him down, but not without planting a kiss first on Neuvillette’s cheeks, then his lips.

“If it can reassure you, I will take the time to ponder it over.” The Iudex offered. “What it means for you to be my one. For me. For us. But dragon courtship… this relation we share between us, it’s not something I think, but something I feel. Instincts if you will. And I know what I want. I want you.”

“On that point, humans are not so different.”

“And I will always choose you. Are you ok with it?”

Wriothesley kissed him once more.

“My life was always going to be yours regardless. I am a bit mixed on the future. What it would mean for you. I always knew you would outlive me, but I hoped… that you could find happiness again, even in the arms of someone else. And at the same time, the idea of you loving someone else that would not be me… it makes me jealous and stupid. I want you to be happy, even after I’m gone. But now, my thoughts are kinda moot I guess.”

Neuvillette looked sad at the reminder of his mortality, and Wriothesley chose to distract him with a kiss. This one he made last, pressed his luck and slipped his tongue on the seam of Neuvillette lips. Wished to drown Neuvillette in his love and make him forget everything else, the worries, the concerns, the uncertainty of the future. Only when the Iudex grasped him tighter, Wriothesley slowed his desire, gently bringing them both back to earth.

Still, Neuvillette looked dazed and satisfied, licking his lips, lovelier than ever in shades of sin, and Wriothesley was vividly reminded of his earlier hope to tempt the dragon into carnal impulses.

A knock on the doors interrupted any further reasoning. They had only had a few minutes, and Wriothesley could already count himself lucky they were not cut earlier. Some good karma to balance the brick that had been dropped on them less than an hour prior.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, it is with deep regret that I must leave you.”

“A shared sentiment I must confess, Monsieur Wriothesley.”

“I will see you soon. Are we still on for our date Sunday?”

“We are.”

“Perfect.”

Neuvillette kissed him gently. Wriothesley then bowed and moved to the doors. He was not surprised to see Sedene right behind them, one arm full of documents.

“Hello again.”

She threw him a smile and a knowing look. Melusines were perceptive, and could see things humans couldn’t even comprehend. If she had allowed the conversation with Neuvillette to flow without outside interference, he would forever be grateful. A wink told him everything he needed to know.

“I hope you had a good talk!”

If she meant with Lady Furina or the Iudex he wasn’t sure, but would agree both were productive in their own way. Bidding adieu to the melusine, Wriothesley walked through the Maison Gestion with a smile. He caught the gaze of intrigued gestionnaires, who all looked down and blushed on his way. The Duke was amused. Were they truly believing him and Neuvillette would have gotten frisky in the few minutes they were alone? That was a bit insulting for both their stamina.

But they looked shamed enough, and Wriothesley didn’t want to push any weird rumours. On his way back to the Fortress, the Duke froze. Ah, he had kept the book Lady Furina gave him without even showing it to Neuvillette after all. Well, he could probably read it tonight and bring it to him next time. It’s not like he needed an excuse to see Neuvillette. He was his lover, and he was free to knock on his doors.

Wriothesley preened.

His return to the Meropide was a boring affair, and nothing urgent required his intervention. Some new inmates were getting rowdy, but had been quickly brought into the fold by the other exiles. Encouraged perhaps by his own culinary makings, Sigiwienne had happily presented him with one of her milkshakes upon his arrival. Wriothesley's good mood was swiftly brought down by the horrible taste.

In the safety of his apartments, late in the evening when all of Meropide was asleep, the Duke was finally able to read the book Furina had brought him. An old tome protected by powerful enchantments that had faded with age, but still strong enough to protect the pages from the elements and prevent its destruction. Beautiful leather and pale ornaments. The journal of Scylla, the Silver King of the Dragons. 

There would be no truer source of dragon lore for Wriothesley and Neuvillette. And from what the Duke had already pierced from the God king and his relationship with the one he called his Pearl, no greater source of draconic courtship protocole either. Wriothesley was neither a vishap nor a mythical king, but he could learn and do whatever he needed to please his beloved.

As with all things Remurian, the journal proved to be a fascinating dive into this golden age of Fontaine. He had heard the stories before, many times from many different sources and historians, but he couldn't resist the thrall of those ancient civilizations. Even more so from the “barbarian tribes” of sea-born dragons, who wished more for peace and quiet than the revolution described in the history books. Wriothesley immersed himself into the retelling, learning everything he could about the past and the habits of dragons. As time progressed and the great war drew near, the words in the journal strayed from their clinical recording purpose and tipped into a maelstrom of emotions.

The Golden King Remus visited the kingdom of dragons, and Scylla was the one to welcome the Universal Harmost, to teach him the way of his people, to show him the sight and the city. The Dragon King described him as painfully human for all his godliness, and as the entries passed and the days flew by, it was evident to Wriothesley the vishap was enamoured.

But the God King Remus heard of a prophecy. Remuria would be destroyed and flooded, forgotten, and the King could not let his people suffer such a fate. He left the kingdom back to his empire. Scylla longed to hear from him, but when it did, it was for the most terrible of news. Remus had ordered every Lochfolk and Vishap to be hunted down, sealing their fate. Before he could even arrange a discussion with his golden companion, Remus fell to slumber for reasons unknown. The Dragon Kingdom received no explanation.

Torned between love and duty, Scylla had written terrible words on the verge of a rebellion. 

“I know my love is doomed and wasted, but my treacherous heart has long since made his decision. Dragons are steadfast and will only have one, and I am powerless to the call. There will be no heartsongs for me, no moonlight dances, no feather nest. There will be no other than you. 

I will break my heart when I meet you, my Sun, but I will do what must be done. Just as you wish to protect your Empire, so will I protect my brethren. My duties fulfilled, I shall sink under the waves to never come back again. Perhaps in the ruins of what could have been I will find peace, but the sweet embrace of our reunion may call me to my death.”

Drops had stained the pages, and Wriothesley himself felt like he wanted to cry. How cruel. Never could he subject Neuvillette to such heartbreak. How long had he been alone, and how much more could he take once Wriothesley was gone? A day, a month, a century, mourning the shortest dream of a mortal life.

Wriothesley had to stay. He will stay forever. He had to find a way.

Lights shimmered all around Neuvillette home, reflected by babbles and glass vases, echoing shards of colours reminding the Iudex of the sea. Dressed down to his shirt and his pants, the dragon hummed to himself happily. In the corner of the room, music played from a gramophone -one of the records the Duke had bought him.

Gently, Neuvillette was unveiling presents and mementos previously confined to the darkest depth of hidden boxes. The process was slow, as each token inevitably reminded him of the circumstances in which they had been given, recalling to his mind the sweet memories he had shared with Wriothesley. The Iudex had been smiling all morning since he started.

On the shelves of the library laid dozens of shells the Duke had offered him, now proudly displayed on transparent stands. In the living room, a growing selection of records had their dedicated box, and trinkets of all kinds were hidden amidst the melusines collection, each one dear to his heart. In his personal study room books of Remuria, fairy tales, and journals stood in prime position, easily accessed and parsed through, if only so their view could bring Neuvillette a smile. In all the rooms, at least one bouquet stood in evidence, forever preserved in water that would keep them alive thanks to the life-giving power of the Hydro Sovereign. Their messages of love were easy to parse to Neuvillette’s eyes, and the delicate scent of their blooms was a nice addition that never failed to relax the Iudex. How easy it was to imagine Wriothesley by his side, holding him close as he caressed a petal.

All over his space, traces of Wriothesley were now planted, subtle claims of affection that made the Iudex day a little brighter, powerful reminders that made the house a home. Instincts deep in his chest were feeling very satisfied, a desire to collect and to hoard finally fulfilled, precious curios displayed at least. He couldn’t wait to show Wriothesley. For some reason, the thought made him warm.

From the open window, Neuvillette heard a wind chime made of sea glass clink gently. Focusing back on his task, the Iudex took hold of the last of his trophies. The most personal and intimate, the one he had always kept secret in the hidden drawers of his room. Delicately opening the case that had once served to display water bottles, Neuvillette revealed an ever growing stack of letters, along with dozens of silk ribbons. They had been used to wrap presents, but they were made of such fine quality the Iudex had taken to wear them on his neck or wrist, safely concealed from the world but always present close to the dragon skin, another brand of Wriothesley he could wear proudly. No one would know but him, but the thrill of the reminder never failed to soothe his instincts when Neuvillette was missing the man. 

The dragon thought about displaying this particular box in the openness of his living room, and blushed. The study would be his next idea, but something didn’t feel right. No, for such precious and beloved items, only his sanctuary would do. Perhaps the table near the window would be a good fit, along the ottoman chair he liked to nestle in to read.

Did he have the time to peruse the letters again? Every one of them had been memorised and cherished many times over, but as Neuvillette longed to see his beloved again, the words that had touched his soul would have to suffice. Thankfully, the time of their reunion was growing near.

They would be meeting by the sea for commodity sake, but the Iudex almost wished he had inconvenienced Wriothesley so they could have met at his residence first. Oh, how he wanted to show off the new beauty of his home, show that all of his presents had been deeply appreciated and displayed in places of honour. That his nest was ready to welcome a mate. His mate. Neuvillette grew embarrassed at the idea, his proper side bashful when his dragon instincts preened. That was a ridiculous notion. Strange? He didn’t want to scare Wriothesley off.

But see how receptive he had been before, how accommodating of his sovereign status. How willing he had shown himself to be in matters of vishap courtship. He had provided Neuvillette with books and knowledge, reassuring him with love and patience. Courted him in both human and dragon fashion, taking steps he had no need to go the extra mile to. So perfect, his Wriothesley. The hydro dragon, in both heart and soul, was already his. As for the body… this was what a nest was for.

The Iudex got up abruptly. He should probably get dressed and ready for his date with the Duke. As the man had promised him before, they would be going swimming, enjoying a picnic before the dive. Being underwater with the love of his life: could there be a sweeter anticipation?

Neuvillette brushed his hair, careful of the silken strands and the sensitive rhinophores. With ease born from centuries of familiarity, he then started to braid it tightly. He had no wish to get it stuck in underwater ruins or corals. With delicate fingers, the Iudex then added a ribbon to finish the hairstyle. It was not his newest favourite, but rather an older silk tie. Despite his mastery of all waters, exposing delicate material to the elements was not the most advised of moves. No, his entire attire today has been selected with practicality in mind. And perhaps a dash of vanity. On his rare day off, and with only Wriothesley for company, Neuvillette would confess a certain desire to… parade.

The braid exposed his neck more than usual, as did his shirt. While still very proper, Neuvillette wore fewer layers, all made of pale blue fabrics. His pants were cinched high, and the dragon knew Wriothesley wouldn’t resist embracing him, warm hands settled firm on his waist. The Iudex would still wear his traditional coat back and forth from his house, hiding any vulnerabilities to the eyes of other people, but he really wanted to allow himself the indulgence. A chance for an afternoon of gratification, to let himself feel the thrill of emotions he had so long be foreign to. Tease a little perhaps. Have Wriothesley’s eyes on him, be the centre of his attention. Neuvillette felt a bit guilty for his selfishness, but his heart soared at the vision of worship. 

Was it the waters that made him so frisky? In the seas of Fontaine, the dragon was the closest to the sovereign he was meant to be, a divine being of the higher power. Neuvillette wanted to feel desirable as the aqua revealed his glory, uncovered his scales and displayed his fins. A creature that was everything but human. Was he playing the siren, trying to entice Wriothesley to forget his monstrosity?

All the joy that was bubbling up in his heart was drenched in an instant. Was it what was happening? No, it couldn't be. Wriothesley loved him, and Neuvillette loved him. Never could he hurt him in such a way. No, his instincts were of the basest of needs: seduction to secure his chosen mate. A delicate tinge coloured his ears, heart rate rising at the reminder. Would it be too obvious? Would it be too forced? Their planning didn’t imply they would be getting intimate in any way.

Neuvillette finished putting on his spats, and moved back to his living room. Grabbing the items they needed for their rendezvous, the Iudex left his hotel particulier with a smile on his lips. The sun was high in the sky, late morning easing into midday. The few passerbys he met moved slowly, families out in the sun or workers enjoying a break in the open. They saluted him politely, but quickly moved back to their occupation. Neuvillette followed the roads until he couldn’t, leaving the Court proper for the countryside. Wriothesley would be waiting at the same place they previously enjoyed their picnic some odds weeks ago. Looking back, the situation could have already been considered pretty romantic. Thankfully this time there should be no surprise.

The Iudex saw the Duke in the distance before the man did. Neuvillette took the time to observe him, happy and smiling. Under the shade of the tree, Wriothesley was readying their lunch, rummaging in a basket. He was humming something. He looked younger away from his duties, preparing a nice moment with his lover. Eager and happy. The dragon felt warm.

Wriothesley soon noticed him, and now that he was closer, Neuvillette recognized the melody he was singing. Oh . To be greeted by his heartsong chanted so sweetly by the one he had given his love to… The dragon answered his call, a gentle rendition they shared between their breaths as Wriothesley took hold of his free hand. Neuvillette let go of his own bag with little thoughts, securing the other. 

The familiar notes of his soul rose and fell slowly, a delicate serenade that needed no other words. Neuvillette trills were still the echoes of a dragon, and Wriothesley the vocals of a human, but they crystallised together so pleasantly. No call stayed silent, an answer immediate, the comfortable reassurance Neuvillette was alone no longer. It was both a declaration and an intent, crooned softly in the embrace their bodies made. Something more settled but no less powerful than the passionate display of their first shared song.

And this time, when the music faded and was replaced by the sounds of birds, they kissed.

“I have missed you my love.”

“I have missed you as well.”

“Tell me about your day. I missed your voice too.”

Neuvillette chuckled, the airy laugh as delightful to the Duke as their performance had been.

“Wriothesley, we just sang to each other.”

“Indulge me. I’ll never get tired of you and you were talking about a personal project in your last letter. Can you tell me more?”

The reminder of his morning unpacking brought a blush to his face, but his joy eclipsed all hesitation.

“A showing may be better. I have yet to return the favour you shared with me with the Wingalet.”

“I'll never refuse an invitation from our esteemed Iudex. Just tell me a place and date.”

Neuvillette felt his blood was on fire, breath cut short by both his eagerness and shamefulness. The proposition he was going to offer, while genuine, was tinted by suggestiveness, and even if the Iudex was unfamiliar with such demands himself, he was keenly aware of the promises it carried. And Wriothesley, highly savvy of social convention and looking for meaning beneath the underneath, would know .

The idea was embarrassing but Neuvillette was sure of what he wanted too. 

“Would you be agreeable to meet at my home the evening of the full moon, two weeks from now?”

Wriothesley freezed. There was surprise in his eyes, as though he had heard wrong, quickly swallowed by hunger and desire. Neuvillette felt even warmer. The Duke’s gaze was heavy as he looked at him, but Neuvillette refused to avert his eyes, to show even a shred of doubt despite the swift reddening of his ears. Wriothesley squeezed his hand.

“Neuvillette. Are you offering what I feel you are offering?”

So sweet of him. So considerate. Neuvillette hummed his affirmation.

Wriothesley groaned, and the noise sent shivers down the dragon back. The Iudex felt arms encircled him, and was almost prepared for his feet to leave the ground as the Duke was so fond of doing. But they stayed where they were, even when Neuvillette felt the comfortable weight of Wriothesley's head settle on his shoulder, face turned toward his neck.

“You truly will be the death of me. It’s my greatest pleasure to accept your invitation.”

Neuvillette's heart beated faster, his embrace a tad sharper. The Iudex didn’t add anything more, content to stay entangled together like so. One hand had moved to the Duke waist, warm under his palm, while the other caressed the mane of hair Wriothesley called a haircut. Gentle fingers visibly made the fearsome Warden melt, relaxed but no less yielding of the hold he had on Neuvillette. They swayed together for minutes, basking in the comfort of each other, before Wriothesley suddenly stood up straight again.

“Oh shit, the food.”

Brought back to earth, Neuvillette also realised he had dropped his bag earlier with little care for its content. As Wriothesley relented his embrace to move back to their lunch, the Iudex retrieved the items he had carried. Thankfully, the glasses remained intact, as did the bottles. Neuvillette deposited them all on the blanket the Duke had arranged, and sat down next to his beloved.

Wriothesley shed his coat, and Neuvillette his gloves, but nothing else. The Duke tactfully didn’t bring it up, but the Iudex knew he was curious. Recently Neuvilette had always made it a point to unveil his layers in his presence, and this could be seen as a fallback. Instead, Wriothesley ignored the faux-pas and pated the box next to him, as if to explain his earlier outburst.

“I would have hated for our dessert to melt before you got a taste.”

“Then I’m grateful for the save.”

The couple settled to eat. Wriothesley had once again brought an assortment of various foods he presented Neuvillette with, all pleasant looking and smelling just as good. Little cakes, thinly sliced fish meat, crisp greens of all kinds, and plenty of sauce made for an appealing prospect. Last time Neuvillette had brought desert, but Wriothesley had wanted to try his hand at frozen treats. Touched by his continuous care, the Iudex answered in kind with something more personal, and had made two servings of consommé for them to enjoy.

They served each other, and soon filled their plate with an array of delicacies. Wriothesley was smiling, and tilted his head with an air Neuvillette could only qualify as mischievous.

“Would you entertain your poor paramour musings?”

The Iudex blushed at the mention, not out of any shame but from private joy, and nodded.

“Yes. What is it you want to ask?”

“In our previous picnic, you learnt to eat with your hands. Can I offer you another glimpse of tradition?”

Appealing to his curiosity was always a tempting offer, and Wriothesley knew well by now how to tease. But falling for the Duke traps was never a hardship when he only had Neuvillette’s enjoyment in mind.

“Continue.”

Wriothesley grinned, and with his fork selected a piece of savoury cake.

“It is pretty romantic for a couple to feed each other, if you would be tempted.”

Food was often a proof of love. It took time and effort to create, and while a necessary part of any creature's behaviour to stay alive, eating something somebody else had made was also a sign of trust. Wriothesley was describing a pretty common human mark of affection, yet Neuvillette couldn’t help but think back to the Remurian books and the courtship habits of dragons. Hunting prey and offering it to your intended to share was one of the earliest signs of interest and care, one that would endure the years as courtship sparked into a bond, and as offspring turned the match into a family.

Was it another attempt by Wriothesley to satisfy the instincts Neuvillette didn’t know he had, or simply an opportunity for some badinages? Either way, Neuvillette smiled. Turning fully to the Duke, the Iudex opened his mouth, offering just a peek of tiny fangs and the slightest hint of a forked tongue. 

Gently, Wriothesley brought the morsel to his lips, and the dragon took it nimbly, chewing slowly to appreciate the flavours. The Duke couldn’t look away, drinking in the sight and domesticity of the portrait they made. Once the food was gone, Neuvillette selected a strip of smoked herring, and after rolling it carefully presented it on his fork for Wriothesley to take in turn. The Duke perked up, eagerly opening his mouth for a bite.

These exchanges went back and forth as they polished their plates. Eating like this in truth was a bit unpractical and slow going, but they both indulged anyway, appreciative of the gentle mood they had created. When Wriothesley smiled softly, awaiting his next treat, Neuvillette picked a slice of just braised albacore with fingers instead of fork. The Duke's smile turned all teeth.

“Not scared I'll bite your fingers off?”

“Dragons would have no need for cutlery.”

“So you caught me.”

At the same moment, Neuvillette felt Wriothesley nab the fish with infinite care despite his words. His fingers barely touched the Duke’s lips.

“It is sweet to see you put in the efforts to court me like dragons do.”

“That's what you deserve.”

The Iudex blushed again. Would he one day truly be used to the shower of love?

Wriothesley licked his lips, and turned his gaze to his plate. The next mouthful the Duke offered was a small portion of raw fish he was gently holding out to the dragon, silverware forgotten. Neuvillette accepted it with the same care. After a few more exchanges of similar carefulness, Wriothesley decided to bite. When the Iudex offered him a piece of cake, he felt the slight pressure of teeth, the warm touch of lips wrapped around a clawed finger. His first instinct was to retract his hand, but he let himself relax, allowing the teasing and the heated glare of the Duke.

“Delicious.”

If Neuvillette trembled a bit when he opened his mouth in turn, anticipation an inviting allure, Wriothesley would never say a word. The little blini taste was quickly eclipsed by the roe it contained, exploding with flavour. The dragon tongue darted to catch all the pearls, licking the Duke fingers eagerly. Their eyes met -Wriothesley pupils were blown wide, and Neuvillette just resisted the urge to whine. Inappropriate ideas swirled in the Iudex's mind.

The atmosphere charged with tension snapped.

Wriothesley retracted his hand like he had been burned, and Neuvillette moved back, eyes turned downward as if to hide his shame. But there was no hair to hide the red of his cheeks. They both coughed at the same time to break the air, and chuckled at the synchronicity. Neuvillette brought forth a ball of water he used to clean their hands in an instant, and Wriothesley lost no time to catch the now dry fingers in a gentle hold. The Iudex scooted closer, reducing the distance he had involuntarily created.

“It is probably for the best to stay on track.”

“As you say, Chief Justice. But for the record, I would not be opposed to continuing this kind of feeding in a more private setting.”

Neuvillette blush didn’t abade, but he said nothing more. They finished their plates, only a few morsels remaining that they shared with a fork once again. Wriothesley then served them the still warm consommé as they enjoyed the view, bodies close in a half embrace. Neuvillette closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the waves and the soft breathing of Wriothesley, felt the heat of the man plastered to his side and of the soup in his hands, delighted in the bubbles of happiness coursing in his chest. He was happy.

The Duke was not sure if Neuvillette knew he was purring, a fluttering sound of contentment no human could hope to make. But he was once more thanking his lucky stars he could see his beloved like this, relaxed and beautiful in his arms. Their dessert was eaten in the same languorous ease, Neuvillette luxuriating in the contrast of frost and sweetness, heart warmed by Wriothesley’s love he could feel in every taste.

The Duke hummed gently, the heartsong again. Neuvillette’s hunger was now sated, but a new craving grew in his belly. The water was calling to him, like a mother greeting her child. The urge to swim filled the dragon mind once again, the desire to grab Wriothesley and take him with him in the waves. The thought had terrified him at first, some weeks ago, but now he felt at peace. No instincts of his would wish to harm Wriothesley, his heart, his chosen.

Beyond this, Neuvillette had little idea what the next step would be. The unhuman compulsion still felt strange compared to the human behaviour he was accustomed to, but in a liberating way this was his true nature, the Sovereign he was always meant to be. They could figure it out.

Separating himself from Wriothesley, the Iudex stood up. Wriothesley fingers caressed his arm and hand as he did, but didn’t try to withhold him. Back turned to the Duke, Neuvillette started to strip. Soon, his cloak was off and folded on the picnic blanket. The warden had yet to move. Next were his shoes, spats taken off as well. What face was Wriothesley making?

Consciously ignoring his beloved, Neuvillette headed toward the water. The waves were lapping at his feet, a cajoling cry for him to join them. The first contact on his bare skin made the dragon draw a long breath, body suddenly filled with energy. Slowly, savouring the sensation like he had their meal, Neuvillette carried on. The sea had reached his waist when he finally heard movement behind him, the splash of disturbed water making his heart beat faster. A moment later, the strong embrace of muscular arms brought Neuvillette flushed to a familiar chest. He could hear the Duke's heart beating as fast as his own, the ebb and flow of blood keeping him warm and alive the most comforting of lullabies.

“Is it also part of your personal project?” Wriothesley whispered in his ear. “Seducing me?”

In the Administrator of Meropide hold, so vulnerable and exposed, many would have been intimidated. The dragon only felt safe.

“I do have a real desire to show you the additions to my home before any intimacies.”

Neuvillette turned around. Face to face with Wriothesley, the Iudex could only see the deep love and adoration of those pale grey eyes. Neuvillette brought a hand to the Duke’s cheek, thumb caressing the scar under his eyelid. Wriothesley leaned into it.

“So coy. Can I get a preview?” The man teased.

Neuvillette smiled, amused. The Duke would do anything for him. One word would be enough, or even less.

“You will have to try harder.”

Wriothesley smirked, kissed Neuvillette’s palm.

“Don’t throw a dog a bone or he’ll follow you home.”

The dragon felt the Duke hand cover his own, fingers intertwining.

“It’s a good thing you are well behaved then.”

Wriothesley stopped any movement, gaze focused on Neuvillette with gravitas and the sweetest of promise.

“For you angel, I’ll wait forever. I already promised.”

Neuvillette hummed, eyes lidded, a nonchalant countenance sharp contrast to the man offering his everything to his altar.

“You truly would.”

It was not a question. They both knew. Neuvillette tipped his head up, lips brushing Wriothesley’s gently, before coming together for a kiss. 

The dragon grabbed his beloved face, and fell back in the water.

In a flash, they sank deeper, further away and leaving the beach behind. The Duke's eyes were closed still as they kissed, as Neuvillette dragged him down to the blue paradise. When they finally opened, the Iudex saw nothing but love.

At first, Wriothesley didn’t even bother looking around, all his attention captured by the most divine of vision.

“Neuvillette… you are beautiful.”

Under the water, the dragon glowed. The free flowing clothes Neuvillette had selected moved with the tides, revealing a tantalising glimpse of pale naked skin. It unveiled patches of scales on his neck and collarbones, highlighting their path down his arms. They were catching the light, luminescent flecks like precious stones. How far did they go? Were they similar to flesh? Wriothesley wanted to taste, to kiss each of them reverently. 

On top of his head, the rhinophores were also free of his hair, floating like ribbons with a mind of their own, ever so graceful. And behind Neuvillette, Wriothesley could see two tail-like fins, sheer and iridescent as if to hypnotise anyone looking at them. They disappeared under Neuvillette’s shirt, and Wriothesley resisted the urge to follow them to the small of the dragon’s back.

Each minute move of Neuvillette carried the elegance of a water-spirit, an easy glide proof of his dominion, an absolute mastery of his environment and body the sharp and clumsy motions of a human could never hope to achieve. Wriothesley knew the Sovereign would never be as powerful as he was now in the waters. If he so decided, Neuvillette could blast him with a flick, send him flying to the depths, fill his lungs until he choked. He could be overpowering, he could be all-mighty. But with a conviction even stronger, Wriothesley knew he had never been more invincible than in that instant. So loved no harm would come to him. That was what it meant, to hold the heart of a dragon.

Wriothesley would have worshipped him for a lifetime. Selflessly wished for more.

Across from him, Neuvillette looked radiant and proud, but also a bit shy. His earlier confidence had chipped, like the water both empowered and betrayed him, exposed his secrets. It was likely the first time someone saw him in such a fashion for years, if ever.

“Am I still to your taste, your grace?”

Wriothesley sensed the real anxiousness behind the tease, and kissed Neuvillette once more. How could he ever doubt he was not the brightest star, the most precious of pearls, the very heart beating in his chest?

“My love, you are magnificent.”

The Duke peppered kisses all over Neuvillette, raised his hands to cherish the exposed scales, showering him with all the adoration he felt. The breaths Wriothesley took were bubbles. Rather than rising up, they lingered and orbited his beloved like millions of jewels. The dragon let out small laughs at each kiss and caress. His feelers and fins glew brighter with them, enchanting Wriothesley. He wanted to make him so happy he would shine more brilliant than the sun.

“Wriothesley…”

Neuvillette was smiling. 

“I love you.” Wriothesley declared without prompting.

“I love you.” The dragon answered.

Basked in the delight of their love, the Iudex took the time in turn to admire the body in front of him. Wriothesley was dressed down to only his shirt and pants as well. While his usual attire was also rather open when worn incorrectly like the Duke did, there was no coat to hide his broad shoulders, no metal pieces or tie to hide the expanse of his muscled chest. Neuvillette’s fingers brushed the scars revealed, exposed to his eyes. He caressed the start of the three gashes on Wriothesley's throat. The man inclined his head, offering his body for the dragon perusal. So trusting. So strong he must have been to endure, and stronger still he was in his refusal to be shy or ashamed of his past.

Neuvillette admired all the scars he could reach, trailing feather touches on all of them, tracing their border and the skin. The Iudex didn’t ask any questions.

“Am I still to your taste, your honour?” Wriothesley asked cheekily.

The Iudex fought off his renewed blush, and smiled.

“Scars are always attractive on a mate.”

The Duke came closer, stole a kiss on his cheek the dragon allowed good-heartedly. He was grinning.

“Oh? Care to tell me more?”

“It means you will survive and come back to me.”

“No one will stop me if you are the home I come back to.”

This time when Wriothesley tried to kiss him, Neuvillette absconded in a flash, leaving the warm embrace of his beloved to swim a few metres away. Surprised by the speed, the Duke’s eyes were wide and blinking, looking for a moment at his hands like he couldn’t believe Neuvillette had escaped him so easily. The dragon chuckled.

“Didn’t I tell you to try harder?”

Wriothesley's eyes snapped back to him. And here was this wild spark Neuvillette adored, this show of teeth.

“Is that a challenge?”

Subtly, Wriothesley started inching closer to Neuvillette. But the Iudex saw right through his game, and twirled away before he ever came close.

“I am the Hydro Sovereign. Prove that you are worthy of me, my love.”

Wriothesley breath hitched, a sharp sound that betrayed his surprise.

“Chase me.” The dragon ordered.

Like he had before, Neuvillette turned his back on the Duke and started to move. It took no effort to cross the distance separating him from a nearby arch, for the Iudex to follow the curve of it once and back and circle around it to find himself in front of Wriothesley. To his credit, the Duke had been fast and silent, and would have surely caught up to almost anyone.

But a human would never be a match to the hydro dragon in his element.

Neuvillette instincts didn’t care, thrilled at the pursuit. His chosen one was close, intense eyes focused on his whole being. Wriothesley moved with intent, and the Iudex played with him, allowing his beloved to barely caress a fin or the strand of a hair.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, Neuvillette went up ahead, moving as fast as an arrow to reach a ruin. He swam freely between the relics and the corals, closing his eyes to enjoy the few rays of sun. Sensitive to the displacement of water, Neuvillette took care to evade Wriothesley, only just peeking around the corner of a corridor to give the Duke a chance to chase him. After a few rooms, the dragon realised Wriothesley was actually baiting him to a cul-de-sac. He purred, delighted at the show of wits. But once again, it was unfortunate he was faced by Neuvillette.

At the next intersection, Wriothesley stopped in his tracks, stunned to see the dragon rush past him in a flurry of bubbles and carrying with him pearls of laughter. Too late did he actually react to grab a passing arm, and the Iudex escaped him once again.

Neuvillette left the wreck, darting around the close obstacles as a show of speed. When he saw Wriothesley emerge from the corner of his eyes, the dragon moved away again. In the open water, Neuvillette displayed his body, floating up and down so his hair and fins followed delicate curves. The dragon spinned on himself, trying his best to catch the light and flash the shimmer of his scales. He bent his back, extended his legs, transformed his whole body in a tantalising tableau of otherworldly beauty. Even without looking, Neuvillette could feel the heavy gaze of Wriothesley on him. Would he be a prey victim of his charms or a predator on the prowl? 

The dragon looked over his shoulders to see the Duke following close. The man seemed laser focused on him, gaze unreadable and dark only betrayed by the wide smile lighting his face. Strong legs propulsed him faster, approaching dangerously close to the dragon who only flicked away at the last moment. Another burst of speed had Neuvillette dodging an outstretched hand. Looking behind the Duke, the Iudex noticed remnants of ice quickly dissolved into sparks. Somehow Wriothesley was using cryo power and energy to propel himself forwards quicker than Neuvillette expected. The change of temperature perhaps, or the flash freeze. The Duke was in no way giving up on his hopeless challenge, redoubling of ingenuity for his conquest.

Their eyes met and Neuvillette shivered, letting out a pleased trill. The pursuit continued. The dragon dived and slithered between the rocks and the creases, offering fleeting glances to make sure his chosen was staying on track. On their path, fontemer aberrants dodged out of view, instincts surely telling them not to cross the Sovereign in the midst of his courtship. A terrible fate would surely befall them if they intervened. There were no discernable marks by his hand on Wriothesley -not yet - but the fauna seemed to provide him with the same courtesy, staying out of the way.

At one point, when Neuvillette turned around, he didn't see Wriothesley behind. But the environment was rich and filled with life and hides of all kinds. The dragon was not worried as he traced another circle in the open waters, taking care to display his body and fins as a reminder of the prize waiting for his chosen. Neuvillette checked the water with keen eyes, but caught no sign of the Duke. Element vision would be inconsistent in the blue, especially with all the fishes and beasts creating false leads and interferences. Disappointment started to creep up on Neuvillette's heart. His chosen had not pursued him. His chosen had given up the chase. Was he not worthy of his attention in the end? Could he have done better? 

His logical brain reminded him Wriothesley was only a human, if an exceptional one. He may have gotten too far behind, or lost. But in no circumstance would he have just left him alone.

When there was still no trace of the Duke, the dragon decided to switch tactics. Neuvillette started to hum, hoping his heartsong to be as entrancing as it had proven to until now. The notes travelled the water, sweetly begging his beloved to join. A few seconds turned into a full minute, and no voice answered his call. 

A pang of sadness seized his chest, and the dragon chirped dejectly. Anxiety rose in his mind. Where was Wriothesley? Had something stopped him? Did something happen?

Neuvillette backtracked his last movements, eyes darting around in search of black hair and grey clothes, or archons forbid red blood. 

“Wriothesley!”

He called the Duke name. No one answered. 

“WRIOTHESLEY!”

Neuvillette stayed silent, listening for an answer, an echo, a sound, anything that would tell him where his human could have gotten. The dragon grew more and more agitated. Another woeful croon escaped his throat.

“Wriothesley…”

“Caught you.”

The Duke voice declared right behind his ear, as strong arms encircled his waist firmly. Neuvillette gasped in surprise, but recognized the familiar voice. He melted right in Wriothesley embrace in obvious relief, worries forgotten. Oh, how clever, how devious. The dragon was entirely too pleased to have been captured after all, but his human mind still tried to fight.

“You cheated.”

“There was no way I could have won otherwise. I am no dragon or divine creature.”

A dash of regret seemed to tint Wriothesley's otherwise proud declaration. He nuzzled Neuvillette's throat like a pet begging for forgiveness, further relaxing him. Wriothesley still held his hand in both possessiveness and reassurance as he released Neuvillette. Now that the stress of the situation had abade, the dragon turned around to see where the Duke had hid. A small alcove in the rocks behind the corals and a family of blubberbeasts seemed to be the answer. It would have been unseen from someone further ahead, and the life signals of the creatures would have covered his own. With rational thoughts hampered by worry and in a hurry like Neuvillette was to find his mate, it was easy to miss. A tailor-made ambush.

“I will recognize your solution as a clever plan. It's just… I thought for a moment that you may have abandoned the chase. Abandoned me.”

Wriothesley's eyes grew wide, and he scrambled to gently cusp Neuvillette's face. Their gazes met, and the last of the dragon fear fizzled out. 

“Neuvillette my love, never. Never would I wish to leave you alone. I didn’t… I'm sorry for the worry I caused you with my shenanigans.”

Wriothesley bumped their forehead gently, renewing their embrace.

“I have forgiven you already.” Neuvillette reassured in turn. 

Wriothesley's apologies were sincere. He didn't share the same instincts a dragon did, nor the same capabilities. The idea he could even distress Neuvillette had probably not even crossed his thoughts. The Duke had been plunged in the deep end quite literally, and was handling the Iudex draconic nature quite admirably. But the reminder of Wriothesley human nature would only prolong the back and forth of apoplexies. Neuvillette elected to focus on the most important.

The dragon kissed Wriothesley square on the mouth. His whole body was alight with love, and glowing quite literally, rhinophores, fins and scales dressed in bioluminescence. In the blue of the sea, he was the brightest star, and Wriothesley would rather drown than take his eyes off Neuvillette for even a moment. He was a vision. He was a dream come true. He was the only god Wriothesley would ever need, incandescently beautiful draped in happiness, adorned by a smile that took the Duke breath away and veiled by sunlight from the clear blue skies.

Neuvillette was smiling so much it made it difficult to kiss, and Wriothesley was no better.

“You caught me.”

“I did.”

“You chased me.”

“I did. Am I worthy of you yet?”

The dragon offered another kiss, a little more coherent but still fleeting. Wriothesley had never seen Neuvillette so outwardly happy and excited, fins moving behind him like a tail wagging. The Duke cheeks were starting to hurt from the bright smile he was sporting in turn.

“You always were worthy. You are you, and I choose you.” Neuvillette reassured.

It took a lot to make Wriothesley blush, but the earnest declaration from his heart of heart was irresistible. For his love to be returned with such intensity and care, for such an ethereal creature to have picked him of all mortals, for the most perfect beauty of trust and the conscious decision to bear all your vulnerabilities for the one person who will keep you safe.

“A reminder can never hurt.” The Duke answered, tongue-tied still.

Neuvillette nodded, humming all the while.

“Again.” The dragon asked.

“And what will you offer me?”

Wriothesley would always say yes, but why not make the game even sweeter. Neuvillette seemed to think of it, but answered quickly. His ears were red, but he was still unabashedly confident. 

“A kiss.”

The Duke laughed, face angling towards Neuvillette.

“That’s a currency I will always accept.”

As a reward, or to seal the deal perhaps, Wriothesley felt full lips kissing him gently. A hint of tongue made him open his mouth obediently, as Neuvillette intensified their kiss. The Duke's eyes flew wide open when he felt a sudden burst of energy coursing through him, a refreshing intangible feeling like the most perfect glass of water. The dragon detached their lips, a pleased thrill leaving his throat.

“Then if you want another, you will have to catch me again.”

Just as he said, Neuvillette slipped away once more.

Wriothesley was not entirely sure of what had happened during their kiss, but he could always ask later. He had a dragon to chase, and his little tricks would not work another time. To not lose sight of Neuvillette as he thought of a plan, Wriothesley started to swim. And nearly hit a rock as a simple leg kick propulsed him at unnatural speed right into an underwater cliff.

Alarmed, the Duke looked down on himself to make sense of the situation, and realised his whole body was draped in a veil of blue. He heard Neuvillette laugh, and snapped to attention, realisation dawning on him.

“You could have lent me your power at any time?!”

The amused dragon that was watching him smile coyly.

“I wanted to see you try.”

“Oh you sly… wait until I catch you.”

Wriothesley's next move was no more elegant as he overshoot Neuvillette massively. Catching sight of pale hair and shining scales, he continued his pursuit. With each twist and turn, Wriothesley learned to control his body and the strength given to him by the Sovereign. He was in no way as beautiful or experienced as Neuvillette in his advance, but it was enough to chase him properly this time.

Following the sound of Neuvillette delight, Wriothesley felt like a young kid playing tag. The dragon form was a beacon, so close yet so far. At times he could see nothing but blue fins and pale hair floating in front of him, could almost caress them. But in the next breath, the Duke would need to swerve left to avoid a stone arch and Neuvillette would promptly gain back some distance.

Wriothesley was no less unrelenting, herding Neuvillette to the direction he wanted so he could catch up to him. After a few minutes of the two of them darting around, the Duke managed to grab a delicate ankle in the confusion of bubbles a frightened fontemer aberrant just created. Yanking Neuvillette toward him, Wriothesley was quick to embrace him and secure him flush to his body to prevent his escape. The Duke had little illusion the dragon was truly trapped, and knew fully well he was choosing to stay in his arms.

As agreed upon, Neuvillette kissed him again. Wriothesley enjoyed the contact, the tenderness. There was little heat to it but the purest joy, a wide smile he could feel in the dragon's demeanour.

“Now that’s two to zero. Why don’t you catch me next?”

Wriothesley watched Neuvillette’s pupils dilate, an enthusiastic warble for an answer. The Duke took off, immediately veering for the densely packed underwater caves where he could make use of the cover and the rocky outcrops. Wriothesley didn’t even check to see if Neuvillette was following. As their game of cat and mouse carried on, the Duke privately thought it was infinitely more fun to be chased by Neuvillette than the maréchaussée, for all that the dragon was far more dangerous. And the price of a kiss for his capture was lighter than any sanctions to Meropide.

To catch and be caught in turn was a show of skill and wits, an instinctual part of courtship vishaps observed in every book Wriothesley had read on the subject. He was not entirely sure if Neuvillette felt the same appeal, but the Duke was glad for the opportunity. The dragon looked so free playing and dancing with the currents, speeding from one point to the next and drawing figures with his body. He was alight like sunshine.

Looking up towards the sky, Wriothesley noticed that a good part of the afternoon had already passed. He had felt no fatigue nor cold, and was still as energised as he did when Neuvillette offered him his boon. It was highly unusual, especially considering all the energy he had spent in their underwater swimming.

Noticing he had stopped chasing, the dragon bumped his body close to Wriothesley.

“Are you feeling tired, my treasure?”

“Not at all. I supposed I have your magic kiss to thank.”

Neuvillette smiled just a tad, but the Duke didn’t miss the pink dusting of his cheeks. Gaze rising to check the surface like Wriothesley had just done, Neuvillette hummed to himself. Seemingly coming to a decision, he took hold of the Duke's hand.

“Follow me?” The dragon asked gently.

Wriothesley kissed his hand, intertwining their fingers. At a leisure pace, Neuvillette guided him through the water of Fontaine. Now that he was not tracking his dragon with a single minded focus, Wriothesley took the time to appreciate the landscape around him. In this peaceful world, seaweed and corals sway gently in rhythm with the waves, small fishes and other animals coming out of their shells in the dragon's wake. Beasts and monsters alike followed their path in a strange procession like they had sensed the change of the tides, welcoming their sovereign. Neuvillette took no notice, and so Wriothesley didn’t either. The fontemer aberrants were not aggressive.

As they started to dive deeper, the numbers of their entourage as well as the size of their new friends only increased. Sternshied crabs joined the hunter’s rays, the jellyfishes, the seahorses. Cherubic sea hares and octopuses swam around, joined by a whole group of blubberbeasts. On the corner of his eyes, Wriothesley caught sight of a millennium pearl seahorse, right as leisurely otters came closer. Everywhere around them, the wildlife had regrouped, as if fascinated by Neuvillette's presence. The dragon still held Wriothesley’s hand firmly.

The Duke made no noise, contemplating a tableau no other human could ever hope to witness. How strange he looked, a lone human amidst the colourful shells and iridescent scales. But despite his nature, he belonged to the Sovereign side, and so was welcomed as one of them. 

Neuvillette took them to a patch of pale white sands surrounded by tall plants and rocks, forming like a natural auditorium. The creatures following them started to move around, perching themselves on rocks, gripping algaes to not drift away, anchoring themselves to the ground as they all huddled together. The dragon and Wriothesley stood centrepiece.

For a moment, it seemed like the entire movement of the ocean had stopped, awaiting a command. It was an emotion the Duke had not expected. It was a ceremony. The water was charged with an almost sacral feeling, primal and raw. All the attention, all the focus was on the dragon. Wriothesley was no exception, captivated by the amethyst eyes of his beloved, captured by the hand he was still holding. 

Neuvillette blinked, as if he only realised the position they were now in. Wriothesley didn’t break his gaze, even as something Wriothesley hesitated to call bashfulness rose between the two of them. Ah, no. The dragon knew perfectly well what he was doing, what he wanted, but was nervous of the Duke's reaction. Carried by instincts, and just realising this moment was not something he could explain with words. 

Thankfully, Wriothesley was rather adept at improvisation.

“Tell me what to do?” He whispered.

Neuvillette breath hitched in surprise, expression quickly melting to adoration. The Duke smiled encouragingly.

The Dragon took Wriothesley's other hand, and started to sing. Immediately, the sea creatures surrounding them swayed to a new rhythm, moving left to right like a metronome. For a while, only Neuvillette chants blessed the waters, sound echoing around them like a proclamation. It was powerful yet elegant, regal in the same way he so easily presided over the court. Then came the tenderness, the familiar invitation, the call for his heart that begged an answer. Wriothesley joined in. Baritone notes responded to otherworldly whistles, a dialogue at first before their two voices melted into one melody. Singing together, the Duke paid no attention to the wildlife witnessing, until one by one, new harmonies joined them. When Neuvillette's voice rose, the shrill of seahorses carried the note. When Wriothesley intervened, crabs rubbed their pincers in a rumble.

The duet was accompanied by the song of the sea following them as one. Reason forgotten, Wriothesley allowed himself to simply follow the movement. The song was a lure, lulling him to the very Hydro mercy, far beyond even Neuvillette’s reach. But his protection was without question, and the water only held him like a beloved child. There were no words to explain the feeling coming over him, the sensation of an embrace all around his being, an utter acceptance bringing more serenity than he had ever thought possible.

His soul was claimed by the one person he could only ever love, the sovereign he had pledged his heart to. Their heartsong anchored and beckoned, bringing Wriothesley back in Neuvillette hold. Their voices reached a crescendo.

The Duke thought he heard echoes. Excited singing from children, melodious arias by creatures older than himself, the thumb of rocks like the beating of a heart.

“Sovereign! Sovereign! Glory to our Sovereign!”

But there was only the sea, the animals and the beasts around them.

Slowly, their concert came to a stop, as the octopus stopped their buzzing, the hunter’s rays their clicks, the angelic sea hares their chorus. Like they started, only the intimate song of the couple remained, the call all nearby life had followed. Wriothesley hummed between their breaths, even as Neuvillette closed his eyes, head titled as if listening for an answer. His arms laced behind his human’s neck. The dragon was pliant in Wriothesley’s hands, languid, and the Duke almost thought he would slip away if he ever let go.

“I… I don't even know where to start.” Wriothesley admitted to the dragon ears. He was utterly lost about what had just transpired, apart from the fact it had been a monumental, beyond divine intervention.

Neuvillette only made a noise of acknowledgement, like he was half asleep and staying conscious was taking all of his efforts. Wriothesley would have worried if he didn’t feel so blessed, lingering effects of the dragon power or their heartsong showing perhaps. He felt utterly calm, certain of the fact they were both safe. Cradled together by the waves, idle even when neither of them were moving a finger.

An otter approached them timidly, catching Wriothesley attention. It presented the shell it was holding to the Duke. Freeing one of his hands, he rubbed the little guy's head before taking the present. The otter twirled happily. Another came closer, tending this time to Neuvillette. In an organised flurry, all the creatures came to offer their respect. They covered the dragon in pearls and corals, stuck nacre in Wriothesley’s hair, piled their hands with shells, ambergris and sponges, laid bones and hooks at their feet.

The goodwill of their offerings was evident.

“They are congratulating us. The sea recognizes you.” Neuvillette's voice was soft, like he almost couldn’t believe it himself.

“I didn't know if they would… I am the Hydro Sovereign in name, but my form and power are limited, barely that of a fledgling. I didn’t know if I had enough Authority.” Neuvillette explained.

The dragon hand was brushing Wriothesley's chest, revealing the skin above his heart. It was bare, despite the extensive network of scars in the surrounding area. Clawed fingers traced an idle pattern. No, not random : a design, a shape. Neuvillette’s mark.

“If I had my full powers…”

Wriothesley felt a gentle kiss upon his heart.

“...The ocean would bow to you as it does to me.”

The eloquent Duke was tongue-tied, flustered by the tenderness and devotion, the weight of Neuvillette’s promise. This was the one person his heart held most dear offering him a power no human ought to possess, the most powerful being in all of Fontaine, in all of Teyvat almost, pledging his devotion to Wriothesley as if he was worthy of it. And he was, if Neuvillette said so, for he didn’t lie. The perpetual realisation was still a shock more astounding than the supernatural display he had just taken part in. Wriothesley still had more questions than answers, but nothing would stop him from safeguarding the dragon heart. If it was his to hold, then he only wished to cherish it, to bless him with the sweetest of love.

“I don’t care for power if I can have you in my arms.” 

From his experience in all ways of life, being happy was harder than being powerful. But infinitely more rewarding. Wriothesley had no need for the riches or titles if he could stay by Neuvillette side.

The Duke kissed the Iudex’s forehead in turn. With care, he cradled the dragon closer, intertwined their legs and steadying his hold with strong hands on his waist and tights. Neuvillette only purred. As they stayed intertwined at the bottom of the sea, the creatures dispersed like they had come, silently swimming away.