Cecil hopped down from the carriage that had brought him to the main campus grounds. There was a long stretch of road and flourishing gardens in between the gates of the academy and the main parts of campus.
He marched furiously to his room, loosening the buttons of his overcoat and undoing his cravat. He hadn't even been inside his dorm room yet, he just sent his luggage off to his dorm and went back out to try and curry favor with the press.
He had no intentions of letting this slight go, this was supposed to be his big chance to support his father in his quest to achieve a noble title. He planned to get back at Prince Henri.
Cecil didn't intend to do anything drastic, just little build ups that would eventually ruin his oh-so precious image. Although the media weren't allowed on campus grounds, they had ears on the inside in the form of tutors and professors, and even the occasional student.
