Young Master Clearstar Wei stumbled through the grand entrance of the Clearstar Estate. His face was still swollen, the left side purple and black where Kael's palm had connected.
Blood had dried around his mouth and nose. His expensive robes were torn and filthy from being thrown to the ground.
The servants stopped in their tracks when they saw their young master. Their eyes went wide with shock and disbelief. Some of them gasped audibly. Most of them quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring at their young master's humiliating appearance. They could be beheaded for that.
Wei ignored them all. His vision was blurred with tears of rage and shame. He moved through the estate's corridors like a wounded little animal seeking shelter from its guardian.
He reached the eastern courtyard where his elder brother often trained. The sound of sword strikes echoed through the space. Metal cutting through air with precise rhythm.
