Royal Rivalry
“Mr. Ashbourne, come in.”
Rowan stepped inside reluctantly. “If this is a bad time, I…” he began.
“It isn’t,” she interrupted. “What did you need?”
Rowan kept his eyes firmly away from mine.
“I wanted permission to withdraw from sports activities. Fencing, football, and everything relating to extracurricular activities.”
Withdraw? I almost laughed but I kept a straight face.
Principal Whitcombe blinked. “May I ask why?”
“I’d prefer to focus on academics,” he replied calmly.