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, he had pissed his father off big time.
“Father!”
“Somehow you’ve dragged the Ainsworth’s name through the mud with your careless acts! I am ashamed to call you my son.”
“Then don’t call me your son, call me, Xavier!” he slurred, staggering out of the bed and falling face-first on the floor. He groaned in pain and forced himself up to his feet, before leaning against the bed stand.