Eldric did not knock. He pushed the door open and stepped into Marek's chamber, already irritated by the sounds coming from inside. Marek was pacing back and forth across the room, his movements sharp and restless. His clothing was wrinkled, his hair messy, and his face looked drained of color. He looked like someone who had not slept at all.
"Marek."
At the sound of his father's voice, Marek stopped mid-step. For a moment, relief flickered across his face. He turned and took a step forward.
"Father, I—"
The slap came hard and fast. Marek staggered back, his head snapping to the side. His cheek burned instantly. He stood frozen, shock written all over his face.
Eldric's voice was sharp and unforgiving. "You disgrace me!"
Marek slowly turned his face back, staring at his father in disbelief. "What?"
"You heard me. You have dragged our family name through filth." Elder Eldric said coldly.
Marek swallowed. "Father, please, let me explain—"
