"Do you plan to face me now ?" Tom asked as he sat across from the window where Richard stood.
Richard remained quiet, his spiral patterned eyes now returning back to their base form.
He turned towards Tom with a fake smile. "It's nothing like that."
"So…why didn't you expel him?" Tom asked with hard lines on his forehead.
Richard sighed, limping towards the desk in the office. Keeping his fake smile.
"You know they make the best swords."
Tom rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You're doing it again…"
"What," Richard snickered.
"It doesn't matter. The boy broke the rules, Marcus's injuries were actually more severe than we thought. Expulsion is only acceptable." Thomas slammed his palm on the table.
"And yet.. here we are," Richard said as he sat on the table. "There is more to this than you think."
"Doesn't matter. Rules are rules."
"That mentality doesn't work here," Richard frowned for the first time. "Tell me Tommy, did you know Dorian approached the boy."
