Contrary to popular belief, Peake was an educated man. Perhaps his antics, his way of communicating, or his brash attitude often said otherwise, but he had spent quite a while hidden between mountains of books. In fact, most of his youth was focused on letters and numbers that prepared him for all the responsibility he holds as the oldest heir of the new noble generation. Beside the mandatory educations, which for him also meant extracurricular lessons with various tutors and very limited vacations, if any. Once that period of his life was complete, his hardships only increased as his schedule was split between squiring for the Moseke Knights and his university studies, both of which were finished with academic excellence. However, that was arcs back, memories of the past, which somewhat brought a melancholic air to the nobleman.
Today was an interesting day. Peake had been demanded in one of the classrooms of the Andaris’ school so that he could tutor the upcoming graduates about all the possible paths they could take once their period of mandatory education finished. The school year was almost over, only a few dozen trials before these students officially became a part of Rynmere’s society. Peake had been assigned the last three breaks, in which he was to offer his experience to the new generations. Someone must’ve thought that he was a good pick for such a task, reason why both the King, his father, and the principal of the school had flooded him with letters. Peake, although joyous to be excused from work, was not entirely enthusiastic about spending three breaks locked in a room full of teenagers. If only he was locked in a room full of prostitutes, nothing would escape his bearded mouth save perhaps moans and chuckles. The sacrifices he had to make…
The teacher spoke something and pointed towards the gigantic nobleman, whose eyes wandered somewhere on the ceiling as the fantasy involving a room full of prostitutes had dragged him into a state of daydreaming. The students, sitting on their desks with their boredom mirroring Peake’s, pretended to listen to their teacher’s annoying speech, surely fantasizing about the three breaks they’d spend with the stranger that didn’t include any books or studies.
“Well, that’s about it. Remember to be respectful at all times with Mister Andaris here, as he’s surely very busy.” The teacher giggled and touched Peake’s arm, the man looking down at her and immediately detecting the sexual tension the female experienced before him. Maybe they’d meet later in the bathrooms to resolve it.
The teacher left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Peake trapped in the classroom with all eyes fixed on him. It was awkward to feel like the teacher, especially since Peake had hated his teachers with passion from as far as he could remember. Sighing, Peake looked around the room with complete apathy, his expression quite similar to those of men forced to pick cutlery with their annoying wives. The silence was tense and awkward, nobody really moving, nobody coughing, nor anyone sure of exactly what to do. At last, Peake smacked his lips before he headed towards the teacher’s desk and sat on top of it, his feet raising and resting on one of the student’s desks before they were crossed. A yawn escaped him.
“I’m Peake Maxos Andaris, as that pretty teacher of yours told you. I’m currently part of the Ouroboro Guard, although I was with the Iron Hand before that. I’m currently in the process of assuming one of the three baronies of Andaris, and I’m here to answer any questions you may have about your future within the Kingdom of Rynmere. We’re going to be here for three breaks, so don’t be shy. I don’t bite.”
A few of the students shot glances to one another, the stiffness due to the Peake’s new presence and somewhat intimidating presence being hard to fight for most of them. At the lack of any major movements within the class, Peake groaned as he stood up and started walking between the individual desks as if surveying the scene. Whenever he was nearby, the students went completely stiff, even stopping their breathing as they feared attracting the nobleman’s attentions. One of the students, however, didn’t seem to very attentive to Peake’s movements, as instead he was drawing something on a piece of paper. Peake took the paper and looked at the poor drawing with a skeptic expression.
“What’s this supposed to be?”
“A Jacadon.” Said the student.
Peake laughed, amused, as he showed the drawing to the rest of the classroom. A blind man could’ve drawn it better. “Look at this. This little asshole didn’t even try.”
The classroom laughed, somewhat hesitantly at first, but their teenage hormones were clearly present and unafraid to mock someone else with all the meanness they could gather. The ice was broken.