The silence that filled the room after the head instructor's announcement was almost suffocating. Damon remained exactly where he was, shoulders relaxed, expression calm, as if he had been invited for tea instead of being summoned by a Disciplinary Council.
The two Valdeiron knights, on the other hand, seemed to savor the situation like predators who finally corner prey they deemed too dangerous to let roam freely.
The taller of the two straightened his posture, as if receiving confirmation that he had been right all along, while the one with his hair tied back offered a crooked smile.
Harven looked away and crossed his arms, exuding a weariness that seemed far deeper than a simple early morning would allow.
He knew, as few others did, that Damon wasn't the type to accept provocations silently… and he also knew that the Disciplinary Council was largely composed of nobles who weren't known for appreciating insolence.
