Chapter 220: The Cursed Castle’s Background
Annalise took a sip of the warm tea that Sir Niles had just served. She was now sitting on a comfy chair next to the fireplace while Sir Niles sat on the other chair opposite her. As for the other man, he was standing not too far away with his back pressed against one of the wooden shelves that were lining up the entire wall.
Her eyes were trying to look all around but at the very same time, she was trying to keep her focus on the two men, especially the younger one. She still couldn’t stop herself from recalling the specific title he used to address her just a couple of moments ago. The bad part was that no matter how many times she tried to ask them about why he addressed her as a queen, none of the two men seemed eager to answer her and just kept ignoring her questions.
"So..." She finally spoke up as the silence was too uncomfortable for her to take in any longer, "... he is the guardian of this place?" Her question was directed at Sir Niles while her attention was fixed on the younger man.
"Yes, yes. This is Silas who was assigned the job of looking after the entire castle... along with all its secrets." Sir Niles answered proudly as he officially introduced the younger man as the guardian of the castle.
Silas bowed his head in another greeting to Annalise before he returned to stand against the wall.
Annalise remained silent for the next couple of minutes as she took more sips of the slightly bitter tea. It was only when she had almost emptied the cup that she decided to break the silence that had fallen in the room.
"He seemed to be doing a really great job. When I first arrived here, I had to sleep in a rundown room and on a dust covered bed. It took me and my people months to get the castle in a state where it can be considered a liveable place, let alone the profound castle of the late Light Fae Queen."
She didn’t try sugarcoating her words as she clearly blamed Silas for failing his duties as the guardian of the castle.
What she didn’t expect was to see the man kneeling on the floor right in front of her just as she finished speaking. "What are you doing?" She asked while straightening in her seat, pressing herself more into the chair to hide her discomfort because of the situation.