Fitz sat primly in the over-sized chair that desperately tried to suck him in, pull him down into a sullen slouch, swallow him up. He refused to let it, but it was awkward, sitting there almost at attention.
Completely ignored.
He had expected to be left in his room under guard, like his friends were, but somehow he had ended up here, back in his father"s ridiculously over-sized and stone-cold office, sitting quietly while his father and Klemm worked.
He thought at first he was being dragged downstairs to be officially reprimanded by the general before being personally reprimanded by his father. The office was the perfect place for both of those things. Best-case scenario, he was finally going to be allowed to plead his case. He had his arguments at the ready.
But after being ordered t
