SAMANTHA
"Why should I be calm?" King Lionel asked. His voice was sharp. Impatient. His golden eyes bore into Darlington like drills. "Will you tell me what happened then?"
Darlington's hands were clasped behind his back. His face was calm. Too calm. Like he was discussing the weather instead of a violent brawl that had nearly destroyed the training room.
"We came to observe the practice of the slaves," Darlington said. His voice was measured. Careful. "It seemed one of them caught the interest of Jayce. Causing him to retaliate and cause harm to the rest of us. You know he can be very aggressive."
"HMMM.."
"We never even expected for there to be a brawl. But you know our brother. He must always find a way to fight. Everything to him is war. Even the food that he eats and the air that he breathes."
My heart skipped a beat.
