A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

Chapter 719 Ferdinand - Part 2

With footsteps already in the hallway, though, there could be no room for reply. These were heavy boots, combined with the clink of plated armour.

A second later, two fully armed men were looking in the door, both of them dressed like juggernauts in their full-plate and mail, with horse-hair helmets on their heads, and blue surcoats bearing the sigil of an owl – the same sigil that Oliver wore on his pin.

"Clear!" The first of the soldiers said. "We shall take up positions on the stairs."

"Understood," came the response from another group of soldiers. "Moving to take up position in the living area."

The first two went off towards the stairs, and then another six similarly armed men invaded the quiet of their living room, their heavy dresses making the floorboards groan under their weight. Suddenly, the large room was beginning to feel suffocating, as the men formed a ring all around him.

Next to Oliver, his sword lay sheathed on the sofa. He rarely went anywhere without it these days. More than a few of those guardsmen were looking towards that sword, eyeing it with venom. Oliver guessed that he'd made some sort of blunder by bringing that along to a meet, but even knowing that, he wouldn't have left it behind.

Given his precarious position, it would have been foolish to go anywhere unarmed when he could avoid it.

Of course, it wasn't like he particularly planned to draw it in the young lordling's presence, but from the way the guardsmen were eyeing it as on edge as they were, they seemed almost certain that he would.

Rather than just a shirt with a ruffled collar, as most noblemen might have worn, he had the same shirt hanging half open, with the top half of it folded across the shoulder, exposing the blue and gold embroidered vest that he wore beneath. It was a look that seemed ever so casual there, but of course, it was anything but.

It seemed more of an effort to dress like that than it would have been to dress to the usual noble standards.

His dark navy long coat too was cut usually. It seemed almost like a cloak. He only wore the sleeve of one side, whilst the other hung over the front of him, shielding most of his body from view, as well as hiding everything but the hilt of his sword.

"Lord Blackwell," Oliver said, giving him a short but proper bow.

"Oliver Patrick – at last," Ferdinand said, enunciating each syllable of Oliver's name as though the very act of saying it brought him joy. There was a smile on his lips – a casual and contented smile, without a single shred of nervousness. "My father said you were an impressive man – your feats certainly show you to be, though I admit, you are smaller than I expected you to be."

"I'm smaller than I intended to be, Lord Blackwell," Oliver said evenly.

The Lord smiled at that. "I imagine so. But then, you are fifteen are you not? There's plenty of time for you to grow, I suppose... What do you think of these furnishings, I wonder? I worried that they might be too light for your tastes," Ferdinand said, as he took a glance around the room. Continue your journey at My Virtual Library Empire

"You've been most generous," Oliver assured him. "I could find no fault even if I were to look for it. I am most appreciative of this honour that your family has bestowed upon me, and I vow to see the people here well protected."