The wheels of the carriage made a steady sound on the road. Morning light came through the small window beside Clint. He sat with his head resting on one hand, feeling annoyed and tired.
"Nothing happened, right?" he said quietly. "What was I doing last night?"
He tried to remember but everything was unclear. He could only recall the sound of laughter, the taste of wine, The heat of the moment and the duke's voice.
After that, everything was blank.
Clint sighed and closed his eyes. He felt angry at himself for not remembering clearly. Whatever it was, he wanted to forget it. He needed to focus on his first day at the academy. He could not show up looking troubled.
The driver spoke. "Sir, we have arrived."
Clint looked out the window and saw the tall gates of Lionheart Academy. The black iron bars shone under the morning sun, and the school crest, shaped like a roaring lion, stood proudly at the center.
