It was already night when I opened my eyes. I don't know how long it's been since I passed out, but I knew it wouldn't be long. My head still hurts, which means it hasn't been that long.
A bandage was wrapped around his head. I got up from my bed and went to the front door. I regained my strength, but I was very hungry.
I heard a loud scream from the corridor. I heard it coming from the direction of my father's room. He was shouting at someone.
My father's room was furnished the same as mine, but with a desk facing the door and a window behind it. His bed was to the right of the desk, and the other furniture faced the wall.
I went to my father's room, opened the door, to see Yvet and my father were standing there.
"Father, what are you doing?" I asked.
I could see Yvet bleeding from his forehead and glass shards littering the floor. I could imagine what happened here.
My father was drunk again and he had threw a wine bottle on Yvet.
"Son! *hiccup* Are you alright now?" He said, followed by a few hiccups.
"Why the heck! Have you beaten him!? Didn't you knew that I was the one who had said him to continue the sparring." I said as I hit the door behind me with my fist.
"I knew. *hiccup* The spar has gone too far today. *hiccup* I was already against the idea of you going to the academy and see yourself now with bandages." He said.
My father was always against me going to the academy. He wanted to teach me the tactics of war and wanted me to be a great commander and strategist for the Royal Family.
"I already said I want to become a knight! Didn't I?!" I shouted.
"If it just wasn't for him..." He said as he walked towards Yvet and held his neck. Yvet wasn't trying to defend himself and stayed quiet.
"Give me one reason not to exile you from my lands!" He said.
"Father, you just want to increase our family's status, right? How about I become a high-ranking knight and increase our family's status from Baron to Viscount" I said.
"Your brother is already going to become a high-ranking knight very soon. I want you to become a strategist because you are weak. Can't you see that it's for your own good!?" He said. At this point of the conversation, my father's wine had already languished.
"Our family is the family of knights, so why you want me to become a f#cking strategist!?" I shouted as I couldn't control my anger.
"I wanted to lower my head more so that my youngest son could be successful in life. If you still don't understand, then we have nothing to talk." He said as he turned around to look outside the window behind his desk.
"You are right, father." I said as I exited the room and also asked Yvet to come with me.
The next day I was leaving for the Academy. I can't believe I have to get angry in front of such a happy event.