Armored : Chapter 2 : High King : Pages 5-6
The lady general entered her study to find Sølv exactly where she left him. He seemed to have not moved from that spot even a little. Sølv had been obliviously starring out the large round window across the room when she came in. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he noticed her presence. "G-general, I did not hear you come in," he stammered, anxiously clutching the tattered rags he had been wearing only hours before.
Fola raised a slim brow,but quickly reminded herself that werewolf hearing was only keen in the shifted form,his hearing was also untrained. "High King Skoll has agreed to let ye remain here but ye must go through some formalities first," she explained, getting straight to the point while approaching him at a causal pace. Her boot heels faintly thumping the dark wooden floor. "We need to get moving lad, the high king is a rather busy man and ye formalities entail more than just meeting him," she farther explained as she shuffled the thin young man out the door.
Passing sconce after burning sconce, Sølv and general Fola's shadows flickered with the movement of the flames. Sølv kept his head down, switching from watching the ground to the back of Fola's head. He could feel the prying eyes of every guard and servant who passed them. Even the women here were taller than him,he though, save the lady general. His mind began to wonder, just how powerful was this king and if lycans followed pack order,how monstrous was he? Soon the werewolf's mind had twisted the king into the image of a merciless beast clad in bloodied armor.
Fola glanced back to see how the lad was fairing. Sølv appeared to be headed to his own execution with a deathly pale complexion and trembling hands. She paused mid-step which caused Sølv to almost bump into the petite woman. "Ye need to breath and collect yerself, lad" Fola advised. The general could not have the lad hyperventilating in a panic before he even step foot in the king's study. She understood that Sølv was reasonably nervous but losing his head and breaking down in the middle of the corridor would not help him in the least.
Taking several shaky breathes while attempting to blink away the image in his mind, Sølv was still less than ready. He would have to try, the sun was long gone and there was much to be done. Fola gave the rusty brunet a few more moments to breath before she turned to face him. The lady general put a firm hand on his bony shoulder,"it's time to get going, Sølv" she said quietly and looked him in the eye. Reassuring him of his safety would have to do at the moment, Fola could not force him to be bold.
Sølv gave a weak nod in response. Taking her hand from his shoulder, Fola straightened her own and turned on her heel. A few moments later they finally reached the imposing double doors of Skoll's study. Lady Fola knocked once, waited for his response then entered with Sølv at her heels. The boy's shoulders jerked when the doors closed behind them. Peering around the paper cluttered, Sølv kept close to Fola's back and dared not look directly at Skoll. The curtains and shutters had been tightly drawn closed,making the room much darker and the shadows more exaggerated. He felt dread stirring up in him once more but did his best to not express it, knowing the room wasn't nearly dark enough to hide his face.
Lady Fola motioned for the boy to follow, calmly approaching the king's wide desk. She gave a formal bow before stating, "High King Skoll,this is Sølv" and stepped aside to allow Skoll to directly address the young lad. No longer able to hide behind the general, Sølv gripped the tattered rags firmly and starred at the pile of paper on the desk. The blond turned his attention from Fola to Sølv with a polite smile. "Nice to meet you Sølv, Lady Fola tells me that she found you in quite the predicament," he said, raising from his chair while extending his arm out to Sølv. Standing at full height, Skoll towered over the other two but Sølv mustered enough courage to reach out a sweaty palm to shake the lycan's hand. Keeping his head down in fear.