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"Your grace! How may I help you?" Elijah nervously exclaimed, he was yanked away from the front of your cell and the Warden's grip on his neat uniform was still there, he was starting to tremble under the Duke, he didn't like such close proximity.
"What were you doing there?" He growled with narrowed eyes. The young guard had never seen his boss like that before. Wriothesley was usually a calm and collected Warden, although sometimes he was sassy, it was entertaining to watch.
"W-where? outside Mrs Y/N's cell? we were just talking! I..I want to get to know her a little.. she is an interesting lady, I'm not going to lie to you, Your grace!" It was ironic to see how the two were sharing the exact opposite emotions. Elijah was evidently just happy to be there, he was basically on cloud nine. All while Wriothesley was drowning in his own cup filled with anger.  Tension radiated off of him, how was the blonde not affected at all?
"Since when were you allowed to be into prisoners? She is a criminal, remember? She killed 13 people! There's no way you haven't heard of her case!" The warden was so out of character it made Elijah furrow his eyebrows in concern. The guard whimpered in pain as the black haired man pulled him closer. It was a miracle how the uniform hadn't gotten ripped.
"W-well! I actually believe she is innocent! there were some allegations of her people that were trying to prove her innocence...s-so she might just be a misunderstood person! and apart from that.. there's no law that forbids the guards from having just a friendly little chit chat with the prisoners..so it's only you who is furious at the moment.. You-!" Elijah's blabbering was cut off by a sudden, heavy slap. The attacker being Wriothesley of course. He couldn't handle being put into his place, he would have dismissed it if it were something else but it was you they were talking about. 
The sound echoed through the halls loudly, but yet there was no one to check where it came from, nobody cared. something steered a deep response within Elijah, and it was fear. nothing else, nothing that could give him the courage to talk back to his boss, it was just fear.
He brought his trembling hand up to his red cheek, a small whine leaving his parted lips, making Wriothesley freeze on the spot.
"Talk to her one more time and-"
"Wriothesley!" A cute, high pitched voice sounded from behind the man, turns out it was the little melusine which was holding her syringe close that had shut off their little 'friendly' session.
Wriothesley grunted, his fists clenched as he pushed the guard away, he made the poor boy stumble backwards with a gasp, his little fangs showed.
"Oh! excuse me, Am I interrupting something?"
The warden cleared his throat and slightly adjusted his tie before turning around to look at Sigewinne. Wriothesley whirled around, and when he made eye contact with the girl, he crouched down to be at a proper eye level.
"A-am I free to go.. Y-your grace?!" Despite being frightened, he stayed there, waiting for instructions from the very same person that had just posed a threat to him. How pathetic.
"You're free to go." Was all he said, and then immediately turned his attention to the melusine before him.
"Y-Yes sir!"
All while the two talking about you finally parted, you had fallen asleep like a total beauty. You were nestled on your bed as someone in a prison could. you body was relaxed, at total ease. You chest rose and fell rhythmically, just like calm sea waves at a peaceful summer afternoon. The gentle yellow light of the cell bathed your face, highlighting serene features. Occasionally, soft sighs escaped your tired form, proving how even in your dreams you couldn't relax like a normal person.
People passed by your quiet cell, some were in groups, resulting to a little noise,  some were alone just like you, their mumbling only to be heard, while others preferred to be alone, followed by utter silence. Eyes fell on your sleeping figure from time to time, but you were in your own little world, you couldn't possibly know.
You stretched like a cat in your sleep, a soft moan escaping your lips as your spine popped satisfyingly. You felt some sort of tension leave your body as you rolled to your side. You curled your fingers like a little baby. A soft sigh escaped your lips, followed by a brief, peaceful smile.
Wriothesley stood above you, his face turned as red as a madman's when he saw your shirt lift while rolling around. His breath hitched, he raised his arms, but then immediately put them to his sides as he tried to hold himself back from throwing his hands to roam over your body. He bit his lower lip and exhaled. He extended his hand to tap your shoulder with a soft smile on his lips.
He pushed your hair off of your shoulders, revealing your collarbone. The warden found himself liking the little strands caressing his rough fingers. he proceeded to poke your shoulder gently and await patiently for your eyes to flutter open.
You stirred from your slumber and immediately shot up as if you got hit in your sleep. Wriothesley chuckled quietly upon your action and crossed his muscular arms, observing your every move as to learn how you usually wake up. 
"H-Huh?.. what's up? who-" You turned your head to your side, your whole body freezing when you saw who was above you.
"Good morning, sunshine."
You gasped and looked away. You were a complete mess, why did he have to see you like this? Messy hair, droopy eyes and not to mention your clothes had turned to the left for some reason.
"What are you doing here?!" You panicked, you didn't know what the right thing to say was, and in result, your question sounded downgrading.
"oh! You know, nothing specific.. just wondering why there's a broken plate and food over my property.. you should know."
"O-oh.. about that.." You nervously rubbed the back of your neck. How were you going to explain that you were mad at a trusted comrade of his?! god damn them being close.. this is awkward!