Chapter 14: Dark
He pulled the blade out of the scabbard with minimal force, there was a click sound before the sword came out. He only drew it a few inches out before putting it back in, his eyes locked on the sword, lost in its beauty.
The man's hand moved, resting softly on Riven's shoulder. Riven looked up, his gaze locked with that of the man.
"Kid, what's your name?" he asked.
Immediately the question reached his ear, a wave of conflict washed over him. What should he do? Tell him the truth? Reveal that he was the despised son of the Baron? Wouldn't that dunk this man's perception of him?
The worries of what could happen flooded his mind, but he decided to speak the truth, regardless of what happens after. He wanted to fix his tainted image, and a lie would only be a ticking bomb waiting to go off and shatter his progress.
"My name is Riven Von Grave," he said in a voice calm like the morning breeze.
"Grave?" the man asked, squinting his eyes.
"Yes, I am the fourth son of the Baron," Riven responded in a crisp voice.
"Did you say the fourth son? The one who everyone calls the disgrace of the Grave family?" The boy who had been arranging the crates he scattered stood up and asked.