Chapter 3: Oh, F*ck Off
Noah followed the young steward down the long castle corridor, his mind only half-engaged as he took in the wealth on display around him.
Gold framed paintings hung from the walls, holding images of warriors who he had a sneaking suspicion were ancestors of King Cillian.
Servants moved around them to accomplish their given tasks, their eyes flickering to him with both curiosity and apprehension.
He wasn’t sure if they were more afraid of him or disappointed that he wasn’t the hero they’d expected. Either way, it was hot gossip.
The steward stopped in front of a grand wooden door, pushing it open to show a large suite.
Noah stepped inside, his eyes scanning the lavish interior. A plush bed large enough to fit three people stood at the center, covered in comfortable looking sheets and embroidered pillows.
A fireplace crackled warmly in the corner, the flames in it illuminating the room.
He could see a desk, a dining area, and a wardrobe filled with clothes that were probably fine to them but just looked weird to him.
He spotted a set of clothing neatly folded on the bed, obviously intended for him.
If they were expecting him to be wowed, they were in for a disappointment. His secretary’s apartment was more beautiful than this.
"This will be your chamber, my lord." The steward said with a bow. "Should you need anything, simply ring the bell."