"Your majesty," Aldric said. His voice, careful and soothing, was the voice of a man trying to calm a storm. "Was it all right? The classroom. The professor. Perhaps we should report to the headmistress. File a complaint. This is unacceptable. A professor cannot speak to you that way."
"Crap," Leo said. The word, which was not a word he used often, was a measure of his fury. He crossed the room. His steps, heavy and fast, ate the distance. He reached the wine cabinet. Pulled out a bottle. The cork, removed with his teeth, was spat on the floor. He drank. The wine, red and expensive, poured down his throat.
"Your majesty, please," Lyssa said. Her voice, soft and concerned, was the voice of a woman who had been trained to manage men. "Calm yourself. The professor was out of line, but he is new. He does not understand the hierarchy. Perhaps if we..."
