Imagine.

Engaged to the one person he wished, hoped, would not be who his father would choose for him. He's a son of House Fraldarius, one with a Crest—Felix understands that it's not something he can stop.

But you. Oh, he doesn't even remember how you earned his ire, you were just kids. But it's there. He could've...tolerated Ingrid. Maybe even Annette.

But you were just...

"Get out," Felix snaps, the very second he hears your tell-tale skipping footsteps and that stupid, sweet voice start with the beginnings of a greeting.

"I'm training. You don't belong on these grounds, or with me. Out."