Zane stood in his father's study, waiting for him.
He had been called there for no reason known to him.
Zane tried to steady his breathing, he hated being in his father's study. There was never any good reason for him to be here
Zane is broken out of his thoughts when a hand is placed on his shoulder
"Zane, look at me. Now"
Zane did as he was told and turned around to look at Garte
"What do you need, father?"
"Are you acting like you don't know? Your jury let those lords go! I told you that they were needed, how on Irene's green earth did you let that happen!?"
"Father I have already dealt with that. Jeffory will no longer be a problem in our plan"
Garte didn't say anything.
He grabbed Zane by the arm and swung him at the wall, sending Zane crashing at the wall and down into the floor.
Garte walked over to him grabbed him by the arm again and forced him to stand up.
"HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER HAD BEEN A PROBLEM! YOU CAN'T DO ONE SINGLE JOB RIGHT, YOU IRENE DAMN USELESS CHILD"
Garte swung Zane around again, sending him flying at his desk. Zane's jaw hit the corner of Garte's desk and Zane let out a cry of pain.
Garte walked over to him again and pulled him up
"You get out of my study now. You are to study ancient divine writing for the next week. And you better pray to all of them if I find out you don't."
Zane held his hand to his face, holding his jaw.
He walked out of his father's study and walked to his family's doctor.
She looked at him and told him that his jaw was broken and that there wasn't much she could do about it.
She just told him to speak as least as he could and any try to eat soft foods.
