Arik straightened a little, running a hand back through his hair as though confidence alone could undo his mother's verdict. "Fine. But if you need work done, why not send me to the border inspections? Or oversee military drills? I'd be useful there."
Gabriel crossed the room with unhurried steps and sat in the armchair opposite him, pale hands resting lightly on the armrests. He looked perfectly at ease, as though this were nothing more than a quiet family evening. "Of course you'd be useful. But that's the problem."
Arik frowned. "How is that a problem?"
"Because you enjoy it." Gabriel's voice was calm, infuriatingly reasonable. "You'd treat the border like play. The paperwork, however…" His lips curved. "That will teach you discipline."
Damian chuckled low, golden eyes gleaming as he leaned his chin into his hand. "He's right. You can't charm ledgers into balancing."
Arik gestured helplessly between them. "So I'm punished for being competent?"
