He curled his swollen palms and said to Fiammetta, "Not yet."
"You stubborn child!" Fiammetta, exasperated, pushed him back out. "Go back and keep kneeling! I'll see when you finally admit your mistake!"
Dashiell was pushed outside, turning around to quietly and silently look at Fiammetta. She hadn't visited him once, always busy taking care of her beloved younger son, tending to his needs meticulously, as if she had forgotten she had an older son.
When his father saw him, the first thing he said was to make sure Dashiell never fought with his uncle Oberon's two sons again. They were family, and he should treat them as younger brothers, living in harmony and love.
His father believed that since Dashiell was the oldest among the children, he should be trained more harshly. He didn't eve
