The third book in the series The Queen's Lion. The Queen's Lion and The Queen's Lion: Disciplined can be found on my page and are needed to understand the premises and plot of this book.
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The sneer that was stretched across Derrick's face was disgusting. His smile was from ear to ear but didn't quite reach his eyes, which looked positively dead. There was no remorse for what he had done showing in his eyes. His eyes were cold, void of any kind of feeling, and his hands stained with the blood of the poor boys he had spent the last four years of his school career beating nearly within an inch of their lives. He did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for beating and abusing his underclassmen, he was simply just bothered that he had been caught in the act. And judging by the phrase he had said, "I just had one more year to go," it was obvious that he had been doing this since his career as a Weston student began, and he had intended for it to continue until his graduation.
The scene had made everyone recoil in shock and dismay, especially Redmond and Greenhill. "I'm the heir to a prestigious Marquessate, aren't I? My parents won't get off my back about it," Derrick scoffed with a grin. "So every successor who attends this school has to be a Prefect. I was so revolted by the thought of it!" Arden jeered, making Greenhill's jaw tighten and his eyes go dark. "Getting thrown into a place like this when I didn't even want to set foot here."
"You bastard," Greenhill spat through his clenched teeth, the vein on his forehead beginning to show as he tried so hard to keep his fists at his sides.
Yet Arden did not back down, instead, he put his hands on his hips and looked at his Prefects with a lazy smile and spoke in an overly-cheerful voice. "I do hope you'll let me continue blowing off a little steam like this," he said in that mocking tone. "Compared to your families, Daddy makes sizable contributions to this school, after all. Oh," Derrick gasped in false fright, "and I'll accept Ys if I have to-"
"Enough!" Greenhill shouted as he snapped. "I'll have the Vice Headmaster report this to the head!" He threatened, spittle flying from his lips. "Be prepared to receive a severe punishment!"
Derrick seemed to be truly afraid for a moment because his expression of bravado dropped and in his eyes there was a real flash of fear that Greenhill, who was much larger and muscular than Derrick, was going to lash out at him. But once Arden realized that Greenhill wasn't going to take a single step in his direction, his sneer returned. The boy turned to the piano that sat in the shadows of the music room and called out, "Hey, did you get that?"
It was then that creaking footsteps could be heard and a pair of black, polished shoes stepped out from behind the piano and into the dim candle light of the music room. The shoes were followed by billowing black robes and a face that the P4 wished belonged to anyone else. Redmond couldn't help the gasp that left his lips as the Vice Headmaster stepped out from his hiding place in the dark. "Vice Headmaster Agares?" Several of the Prefects choked out as the man himself adjusted the scholar's cap that sat on his greasy coils of black hair.
"What's going on?" Redmond sputtered as the Vice Headmaster pushed past him, walking towards Derrick and his accomplices. "What are you-"
"I understand the situation," the Vice Headmaster said plainly, cutting off Redmond. "Derrick and the other four," he drawled as he looked down at the five guilty boys. "Two Ys for leaving your House at night without permission."
