The dining hall settled into the quiet rhythm of a noble family's meal. Silverware clinked against porcelain, napkins were dabbed at lips, and conversations were kept low and polite. Garius cut his meat with precise, deliberate strokes, while Francesca sipped her wine with measured elegance.
While Javier focused on his meal, Garius's sharp tone sent a chill down his spine. He froze mid-bite, then looked up with a carefully composed expression.
"Javier."
"Y-yes, esteemed Father?"
"After you have finished your meal, I require your presence in my study. There are matters we need to discuss."
"Yes... esteemed Father."
He continued eating, but inside his mind was racing.
Crap. He's definitely going to ask about the gravity spell I used. What excuse can I make? Can't say I accidentally activated it, or he'll know I've mastered advanced magic. Damn.
He stole a glance at his father, who was calmly cutting into his steak.
