Chapter 24: The right choice
Estefan sat back down on the couch, leaning against the soft cushions, attempting to relax. One of the guards who had accompanied the now-dead commander still stood frozen in place as he was completely shocked, pale, and overwhelmed by the chaos he had just witnessed.
"You there." Estefan said casually, not even bothering to look at him. "What’s your name?"
The guard flinched, trembling, and immediately prostrated himself. "My name is Frejlurd, Your Grace." He replied, keeping his forehead pressed against the polished floor.
Estefan raised an eyebrow. "That is... such a weird name." He said rather weirdest out while being concerned about the literacy of the people of this City due to their naming choice.
"I-I apologize, my lord." The guard stammered. "I had strange parents. I’m willing to change my name if it would bring you comfort when calling for me."
"Oh? Bold of you to assume you’ll be leaving this palace with your head still attached." Estefan chuckled cruelly and leaned forward, his attention drawn to the coffee and cookies that had just arrived.
He reached out and picked up a cookie from the silver platter, examined it closely, then took a bite. A moment passed. "Not good enough." He muttered before placing it back. He then took a long sip from his coffee cup, savoring the bitter brew.
After a brief pause, Estefan turned his eyes back toward the trembling Frejlurd. "So, Frejlurd. You are now the Commander of the City Guard. Rejoice." He announced while enjoying the coffee even though he doesn’t like much as it doesn’t even compare to what his mother made him before.
The entire hall fell into stunned silence. Even Frejlurd looked up, shocked beyond comprehension. Had he heard correctly?