â If you want to control someone, all you have to do is make them feel afraid. â Pellucid gaze slowly swiveled from the parchment in hand toward the interruption, emotionless. â You've always fallen a tad bit short there. â
Albeit intentionally, Hubert had been caught rifling through the younger's belongings, invading what was to be his personal space for all of a year. It was without a doubt a sincere joy, knowing how capable he was of crawling his way beneath Ferdinand's skin. Hubert could have done just about anythingâcompare him negatively to Edelgard, diminish his accomplishmentsâand yet, he chose this, as petty as it seemed, with the idea that he could potentially instill some sense of fear into the young noble's blood by lording secrets over his head. That is, if Ferdinand had had any secrets of interest to begin with. And he hadn't.
Despite there being absolutely nothing for now, Hubert still took his sweet time setting the letter down just as he'd found it. He glanced about the dormitory almost mockingly, as if he were simply trying to find a missing kerchief instead of just getting done with digging through assignments, letters, intimate journal entries, and so on. And instead of taking Ferdinand's threat to heart, he stepped further into the bedroom, eyeing a row of thick novels, his fingertips falling down the spines as he read the titles beneath his breath one by one by one. He wouldn't acquiesce for anyone, much less Ferdinand, of all people.
â You're most certainly welcome to try, â Hubert added with another dispassionate glance, pulling a tome free and leafing through the pages to halt at a spot the younger had bookmarked. â However, I can't promise you'll receive your desired results. â
