Your married!?

                                    

                                          
Wriothesly lets out a groan of frustration as he finds himself resting his head across the numerous papers that elevate his head. Wriothesley wishes for nothing more than to be sweeped away from the dreaded work he is obligated to do but his mind unwilling to cooperate derails, always seemingly bringing him back to Neuvillette.
"I told you we wouldn't be disturbing him from his work" A rich voice called out accompanied with the rhythmic click of heels against the hardwood floor.
"And to think I was defending you earlier, Wriothesley" A second voice spoke words enveloped in fake hurt.
Wriothesley gathers the energy to raise his head to face his visitors. Clorinde stands before his desk, arms crossed with a small smile playing on her lips as Navia to her side is smiling with her hands passively resting on her hips.
"I am very busy actually, I'm just taking a break" Wriothesley argues with a smile plastered on his face.
"Uh huh" Clorinde nods, smiling, unconvinced of the duke's half hearted attempt at an excuse.
"What can I do for you guys anyway? I'm a very busy man as you know" Wriothesley asks out of curiosity of their out of character spontaneous visit.
"Furina's hosting a tea party and we are the messengers to hand deliver the invitation" Navia says as she hums lightly to herself "You have the invitation right Clor?"
A brief look of panic overflows Clorinde's face, her smile dropping as her face drains its color as she stares into Navia's perring eyes. 
"You have the invitation right?" Navia repeats louder "right?"
Clorinde glances at Wriothesley as if a call for help but is only met with Wriothesley's unhelpful smiling face as he watches with amusement. Clorinde sighs in surrender as her hands do a silent search of her skirt pockets for her saviour but is left disappointed.
"Oh nevermind! I have it!" Navia says smiling with a navy envelope grasped in her hand.
Wriothesley lets out a chuckle as he watches the color return to Clorinde's face when she shakes her head with a content smile.
"Here ya go!" Navia hums as she holds out the envelope for Wriothesley to claim. 
Wriothesley's hand could only graze the fine material of the envelope before they retreated in shock at the sudden high pitched squeal that left Navia's mouth as she herself forgets to support the envelope, letting the thin material fall to the ground in slow gentle sway.
"NO" Navia exclaims in disbelief as she stares at Wriothesley, mouth spasming as she opens and closes her mouth trying to force words from her throat "YOU DID NOT YOU BASTARD"
Clorinde stares in confusion at her blondes outburst as she points an accusing finger at Wriothesley, her hand shaking as she looks taken back, hand laid atop her chest with her eyes widened and lips shook.
"Did I do something..? Or..??" Wriothesley speaks with confusion his mind desperately replaying memories in his mind to pinpoint just what triggered such an outburst from Navia for her to declare him a bastard with such passion.
"HOW COULD YOU!" Navia continues to shout accusations at Wriothesley her voice shivering with how appalled she is feeling "AFTER EVERYTHING WE DID FOR YOU, YOU JUST GO BEHIND OUR BACKS AND BETRAY US LIKE THAT"
Clorinde and Wriothesley share a glance, their confused glances meeting unsure of the triggering point from such an extreme reaction coming from Navia from seemingly thin air.
"Nav, dear, what's the matter?" Clorinde calmly asks her curiosity, sneaking into her voice as she explores Navia's face for answers.
"THIS, THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG" Navia exclaims as she grabs Wriotheleys wrist with a frantic tug bringing his arm to the air as she shoves the limb towards Clorinde's direction, creating emphasis on his gloved hand continuing to violently shake his arm.