Chapter 42
Heinrich von Eisenberg-Launow, Housemaster of Eisengrund Hall, sat in his office, face buried in his hands. After a few moments of silent despair, he asked the obstinate Princess across the desk a singular question. “Why?”
Klara stared at the desk, her expression fluctuating between shame and rage.
“She insulted me,” she finally grumbled, not meeting his eyes.
“You knocked her out cold with a punch to her face. Should I count myself lucky that you did not stab her instead?”
Her silence told him all he needed to know.
“It was not even a duel, Klara. You simply assaulted a lady from the West with no martial training to speak of,” he sighed. “And that’s not all: You decided to unleash your aura, so everyone in the vicinity came to witness the aftermath.”
The Princess remained quiet, staring holes into the desk.
“There is a limit to how much I can let you damage your own reputation. If there is another incident of this magnitude, I will send you back to Castle Eisenberg.”
Her head snapped up. “No! I’ll– I can… I need to…”