Chapter 11: The captives
Silas stood expressionless under the sun, eying the servants that banded together in order to unload a carriage cart full of lavish chairs.
Masculine voices arose as the men coordinated their efforts, the series of two words that mostly repeated in between shouts being "Here!" and "Next!".
A human servant donning a somewhat more presentable fit than the rest, but still not as luxurious as Silas', came practically running towards the vampire, sheets of paper in hand.
"This is the lot, Master. Sixty high-backed chairs in today's load," he handed the stack of papers to Silas.
"Good," said Silas dryly, "I'd like them moved to the ceremony room,"
"Of course, Master," the servant bowed before Silas only to then turn around and shout at his subordinates, "You've got your orders! Get to work, everyone!"
As the wooden chairs were on the heavier side, each man picked one up and climbed the stairs leading to the back door of the manor, soon forming a line of people that streamed from the rear courtyard and continued beyond the door.
Silas lifted the first page topping the stack for his gaze to fall on the second right as three new carriages came into view.
"Right on time!" the same servant that had spoken before declared, a smile on his features.
From within the walls of the carriages, Silas counted a total of fifty heartbeats. Some wilder than others while a bunch were simply too calm to belong to people that knew their fates were sealed.
Three, non-royal guards that had come with the carriages stomped and stood by the door of each car, ordering the passengers out of the vehicles.