The Culprit

The entire hall was silent, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of two angry men who were in a fierce staring contest. If the King hadn't intervened I was quite certain that a fight would have broken out between the two, Lord Renfrew throwing the first blow seeing that he has a very bad temper.l

Personally speaking, I was glad my dad spoke back and did not just pretend not to be here.

"I didn't really think he'd say anything," Arla commented and I shrugged.

"He's my father afterall and I took my attitude from him. He's not one to cower away from a verbal challenge."

"But it seemed to me as though he wanted no hand in the fight happening seeing that he remained silent up to this point."

"You're right, he didn't but there's no way all this would have ended without his name being mentioned," I smirked.

"All he just needed was a little something to add to the fire."

Arla grasped, finally realizing what I meant.

"You prompted Mirabelle's father to make that statement to push yo