Chapter 236
Daphne
A few words from me, and the sentence is reduced to something laughable—community service for the rest of the semester. A couple of hours sweeping leaves, filing records, menial labor.
The professors grumble, but none dare to look me directly in the eyes. Authority, they'd call it. It may be fear who knows.
The little lion is seething two rows away, golden eyes burning holes into my back, jaw tight enough to crack his perfect teeth. I don't bother sparing him a glance.
They all know I'd laugh while setting this entire building on fire if it amused me. Yet still they shuffle their papers, clear their throats, and pretend to deliberate. Because if there's one thing everyone understands professors, nobles, even royalty—it's that you'd rather stand in front of a guillotine than on my bad side.
I wonder why?
Soon the so-called disciplinary little thing is over,it was a waste of my time really.
