"Looks like the atmosphere here still has not changed for the better." Fallon said walking into Ian's bedchambers.
"What did you expect? Ian and his father are currently locked in a standstill, neither of them are willing to speak to each other." Edward said, he sharpened a blue dagger. The hilt was encrusted with blue jewels. The dagger was a family heirloom and yet here he was sharpening it lazily.
"There is no standstill. Ian already told his father he has no intention of changing his mind." Easton replied.
"Well then, the air here is so dry, I should have gone to the garden instead of coming here. I had hoped that there would be a more friendly gathering here." Fallon said plopping on Ian's bed.
"That is courtesy of Ian, he has been in a foul mood all morning." Edward scoffed.
"Well maybe if you all did not just barge into his personal chambers like you did, he would be in a much better mood." Easton said.
