[Genshin Impact] Is Your Fontaine Prison Even Legit?

[A short story of around 200,000 characters, a sweet romance with a little plot. You don't need to have played the game to enjoy it. Thanks for supporting me, sending you all a heart.] [Bonus chapters in progress. If you like it, please leave a rating. Love you all, mwah!] Lusian is a desert mercenary. She lives by the sword, a lawless rogue who keeps dangerous company. Her life is a constant dance on a tightrope. One day, she goes to Fontaine to kill someone. On the day she arrives, she gets hit with a lawsuit. Her charges: “Trespassing on private property and invading someone's privacy.” Lusian: ? The plaintiff cries in the opera house like an actor in a film. “Lord Neuvillette! Desert women beat people until they're on their knees, then drag them off to be their sex slaves!” Lusian argues her case to defend her reputation. “I don't! I haven't! Desert women don't like little boys. Our basic type is a gentleman like the Chief Justice here.” Her efforts earn her a new charge: “Showing contempt for the Fontaine court and harassing a Fontaine official in court.” Her honesty earns her a fifteen-day free tour of prison. No big deal. A little jail time won't scare a desert mercenary. But Fontaine doesn't have a proper prison, only an underwater autonomous fortress that serves as one. Lusian: ? She clearly hasn't read enough. Is this “prison” of yours even a proper place? She doesn't know whether Fontaine's prison is proper or not, but its warden is young and handsome, tall and muscular, broad-minded and funny. He's a fine gentleman who makes her heart itch. She isn't exactly eager to behave herself. But His Grace really is a proper gentleman: fair and reasonable with prisoners, pure-hearted and self-controlled. She's the only one whose heart is racing with impatience and desire. He's a witty, good-humored man of authority, and he tells her all sorts of jokes in their everyday conversations. At last, the day comes when she's due to get out. After finally waiting for the day it becomes legal, she decides to commit a little transgression with him. On the day she gets out, he gives her a drink. He says it's a slow-release aphrodisiac. She really thinks he's joking. ?????? Just make do with the blurb. Anyway, I'm thirsty for him. To celebrate Wriothesley finally getting a rerun, here's a short story of about 200,000 characters. I'm posting on a lucky day. I'll start by updating every other day while I build up a backlog, then switch to daily updates on February 27. Reader's guide: 1. I'm not picky and don't have many squicks, so I won't list warnings. If that bothers you, run! 2. The romance is the focus, with a little plot. But trust me, the plot is only there because I'm thirsty for Wriothesley. 3. There are lots of original details. I make things up as I go, and if anything contradicts the game, it's because I'm thirsty for him. 4. I'm thirsty for him. Theme: Love enriches our souls and helps us become better people