"Young master, are you alright?"
Not a moment after stepping into the clan heir's private quarters, Zuko, the clan's elder of the heir's faction, spoke with great concern both in his voice and on his face.
"Why shouldn't I be okay?" Jerome, the clan's famous heir, replied with his eyes turning wide, as if he just couldn't fathom where this question was coming from. "Now that she became used goods, what good would it be for me to still vie for her hand?" he asked, rolling his eyes before looking over his shoulder to ensure the doors to his private quarters were properly closed and...
"Fuck!"
As soon as there was no more risk of anyone outside his direct circle seeing his reaction, Jerome slammed his fist into the wall with all the strength and power his physicality and awe-inspiring cultivation allowed.
