EIDER: Chapter 8
by Jaina Jacen (October)
My father waits until the following morning to level his sentence.
“Your Twelvemonth was ruined, secondary to your abject disregard for rule and order. I am mortally embarrassed, Illyria. Suitors have been sent back to their compounds without the pleasure of your acquaintance. Food was wasted, never a wise choice for any man—”
“You could have given it to the Class IIIs. The feast would have fed legions.”
Father’s face burns. I should quiet my tongue.
“You are expected in the meeting hall and for lessons with tutors, but you are not to venture off this floor except under my orders.” My father doesn’t shout when he’s angry. He doesn’t need to. The vehemence in his voice causes the polished granite under his feet to tremble. One can imagine what
