Uncle Victor strode in, still in traveling clothes, but flanked by twenty armored soldiers bearing the. Ravana crest. Behind them, more soldiers poured in, their aura instantly setting the air on edge as if wings of blades had taken flight.
"Baron Celestius," Uncle Victor's voice boomed. "Interesting way to welcome a fellow peer. I don't recall being invited to this assembly."
"Duke Ravana." The Baron stood. "This is academy business....."
"This is business involving my nephew. Which makes it family business. Which makes it my business." Victor's eyes were steel. "Now, I believe you were about to arrest Hadeon?"
"The Crown's authority..."
"Can be appealed and will be. By me, directly to the King." Victor pulled out his own scroll. "I took the liberty of filing a formal complaint this morning. His Majesty is aware of this situation. And is... curious... why a Baron is using royal writs to target a Duke's heir without proper consultation."
