After you denied your right to a trial because you knew you were guilty, the Iudex of Fontaine, Neuvillette, devised an appropriate 'punishment' for you. He was aware that Wriothesley desired a pet to keep him company while within the walls of the Fortress of Meropide, but he refused because it would be cruel to confine an animal somewhere where it would never see the sun. However, a cute lil’ bunny hybrid should be sufficient, right?

You never imagined that your life of crime would lead you here, as the pampered bunny of none other than Wriothesley, Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. He bought you your own chew toys (even though you were more inclined to gnaw your little bunny teeth on the wood of his desk), got you the best leafy greens and juiciest fruits for your meals, took you to the surface frequently so he could dress you in the cutest outfits, and spoiled you endlessly with love and affection.

In retrospect, he should have known better than to be so generous with the affection he lavished on you. Because now? You hardly listened to him unless he smooched your forehead or stroked your ears first. Right now is one of those times.

“Quit it, Guest.” Wriothesley warned you once after you thumped your foot to interrupt the guard who tried to give a report to him. He had the audacity to give his attention to this poor schmuck rather than his adorable bunny right next to him? So, you did it again. Before you could blink, Wriothesley had risen from his seat, clutched your fluffy ears in his large fist, and yanked you close to him, snarling in your ear, "What did I just tell you, huh? Cut the shit or else you’re not getting anything from me, y’hear me?”