Flashback

The door of Xavier’s room flew open and the loud bang of it caused his head to slam heavily. He tried peeling his lashes apart, but the much light in the room made him shut them back.

“You good for nothing idiot!” Robb roared as he stormed into his room.

Xavier did not know what he did to deserve this name-calling. Could it be him getting drunk in the tavern until this morning, or being brought in by the guards? Or was it from taking a bag of gold from the treasure room? Or from spending over 600 talent on drinks for himself and his friends? Whichever it was,...