Adonis stood before the heavy oak door of the faculty wing. He didn't bother knocking softly.
He pushed it open with a creak.
The office was a tomb of crystalline blue and white. Isabella sat behind her desk, her fingers interlaced, her spectacles reflecting the cold light of the enchanted lamps.
She didn't look up immediately. She let the silence fester as a tactic meant to break the resolve of unruly students.
But Adonis wasn't a student anymore. He was a man with a Primodial Dragon's Heart beating in his chest.
He stood his ground, his shadow stretching long across her polished floor.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Isabella finally spoke, "Marcus is the son of Marquis Hogarth. Alfred is a Duke's heir. You didn't just break their bones, Adonis. You broke a century of political etiquette. The Academy is screaming for your expulsion, and the Royal Court is already drafting a formal grievance."
Adonis furrowed his brows, just a little.
