Dominic entered the room like a whirlwind. The wooden door shuddered as it banged into the stone wall as he flung his sword and scabbard into the far corner of the room before flopping down on his bed.
'Humph.'
'So, father found you?' the room's occupant asked from the desk by the window, not bothering to raise his eyes from the book he read.
Dominic did not respond, scared if he opened his mouth he would not be able to stop the flow of angry words once he started. Hateful words he would not be able to take back once spoken. A sigh escaped as he turned his back and stared morosely at the wall.
'Sometimes I wish he had never come back out of his room,' he finally admitted. 'At least while he stayed in there, he left us alone.'