Chapter 6: Imperial Court
"WHAT THE FUCK AM I WEARING! Get this shit off of me now!"
Grim stared at his reflection in horror. The royal tailor had delivered special clothes for his audience with the Emperor, and they were ridiculous. A velvet outfit with an absurd ruffled collar that made him look like a court jester.
[This is traditional court attire for noble children,] the voice in his head explained.
"This is so fucking itchy," Grim thought back furiously. "Just put me in a fucking suit. Even in this world they must have normal clothes."
Sera fussed with the collar, trying to make it sit properly. "You look absolutely precious, young master."
"I look like a stuffed toy," Grim thought. But all he managed out loud was a disgruntled "No!" which Sera simply found adorable.
Rowan entered the room, dressed in formal attire himself. His outfit was at least dignified. A deep blue tunic with silver lining and the Ambrose crest on the back.
As Sera made final adjustments to Grim's ridiculous outfit, Rowan knelt down to look him in the eye.
"Grim, today is important. The Emperor will determine our family's fate based largely on you. Just... be yourself." He paused. "Well, be your best self."
"Got it. Don't swear, don't show how smart I really am, just be a slightly advanced toddler," Grim thought. Out loud, he just nodded solemnly.
The guards arrived moments later – four men in white armor with red capes. They led Rowan, who carried Grim, through a maze of hallways more grand than anything Grim had seen in his first life. Massive paintings, gold-inlaid walls, and crystal chandeliers were displayed. Grim would whistle if he could.