Violet
"My Lord," another voice interrupted weakly from inside the hall, " I don't think they can hear you right now."
It seemed the others in the meeting room had started pouring out into the hall, but I still remained fixed in place.
Then a woman's voice, strained and tight with embarrassment, spoke up, "I apologize deeply for my son's insolence, Lord Rowan. His behaviour is inexcusable. I will ensure this never happens again."
Rowan sighed.
"You should—"
"Enough."
Rowan's voice silenced them all.
"Have them fix my door once they wake up," he said flatly. "And make sure they understand the cost of repairs and materials will come from their own pockets."
"Understood."
I had already instinctively walked closer to the arched entrance of the waiting hall, drawn by the commotion. Rowan stood in the waiting hall, dusting his hands with an irritated look on his face.
Then he stiffened and his gaze found me.
