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He should not have been surprised to receive another memorandum regarding Dorian’s behavior. Countless letters over the years, beginning from the first Circle he’d ever attended in Carastes. Halward had been convinced then that he’d sent his perfect, only-begotten son away to begin his schooling, only to have him rendered back to him over and again. His studies stunted, his honor questioned, Halward had done his best to find Circles and tutors to restore him to the path he ought to have been on, and yet Dorian dared to flout every chance of contingency his father had fought so hard for. 

He was beginning to grow weary.

The newest parchment in hand, nearly crumpled under his vicious grip, Halward marched into his wife’s chambers and tossed it contemptuously at her feet. “I trust you know what that is,” he said icily, already heading for the decanter of wine at her credenza. “Your son should be arriving any day now. Kicked out of another circle. By the Maker, Aquinea, I’m at my wit’s end and I have half a mind to have him flogged all the way to Minrathous if I thought it would teach him any lesson.”