The Castle Kingdom

Visitors

A death smack of the chalkboard resonates within the walls as the stained air of flustered students are shown. "Albère" the teacher's words were swallowed with the classroom's attention as her regurgitated words cast a barfing effect upon the room, "is late."
Albert's skin flushes pink and face aglow with perspiration. Peers in their ivy league attire and academically haughty ways laugh--since the majority of them had been so diligently driven in their studies, that they would never dream of arriving to school never short of two hours early for school.

Albère was of thirteen years of age with the eyes a darker shade of hidrocor quartzo. His hair was as black as coal; he kept it shorter on the sides, and the gel left on his curly hair rather wavy towards the front which was religiously pushed back. Youthful ocean eyes, skin as light as the moon, and lips as pink as the sunset; with symmetrically sharp features he was the hallmark of a lady killer. Albère was blessed with promising genetics, but his zealous hot spirit provoked such a contrast to his aesthetics. He dreamt of other worlds from where his presence magnetised; however, he took great lengths to forever earn high marks in all subjects notwithstanding his slight errs from time to time. His growing pride never gave way to his always lingering fear.

A blur of forever frozen eyes drench him in scarlet red and especially at the notion for the date in which he came and at the evidence of arriving shy of a minute late.
Warm sunlight falls through the tall window panes unto the upper back rests of the rows of elevated wooden seats. Illegible scribbles decorate the chalkboard with the already anticipating future study sessions as the late student walks in.

"I will not waste time with a speech to which you are mature enough to have understood beforehand. First day, you either earn a demerit or the other." The professor says without hesitation and mercy to grasp in the tense air. She doesn't even give him a glance, as she hands a student a pile of papers to pass out. Her tight low bun even leaves no strands like her non-existent compromise.
Albère's eyes widen slightly as they conscientiously remain on her at the probability of mute thoughts beginning to impinge upon his mind. His gaze saves him from what predictions his imagination would steal from even a blink of a student.

"My apologies, Madame." He says with a tremor in the back of throat. He bites down on his teeth making an evident strain on his jaw as his hand clenches on the strap of his leather bag.

"I would assume you want the liberty to either stay or go back to what so distracted you previously?"

The professor was no different than the rest. The provocation of control could be strained with a simple word, neither shouted nor threatening. She had piercing eyes, elongated lids, and the proper formal attire with the same emblem pinned on her right chest. Her sphere shaped glasses fell at the crook of her nose, and she casts a gaze on him which leaves him uncertain of whether he was breathing too much or blinking much too little.
Stay had a hidden elusive tone to which everyone knew the true meaning. Only the cowards left, and Albère was driven to fool.

"I-I would like to stay, Madame." He says as he pulls his sleeve back revealing his pink expectant arm. A drawer is pulled open and a long cold stiff ruler named corporal punishment is brought out from inside.