Chapter 29: The Banquet

"Lord Sean." Windsor bowed in a knight's salute, his armor scraping faintly. Sean noticed the system-provided plate armor.

"Windsor, change out of that armor. Join me at the banquet."

"But I donned it to protect you en route—"

"Wear your noon attire. I need you inside Count Rivers' hall."

Henry interjected: "Your Highness, commoners like Windsor aren't permitted at noble banquets!"

Windsor agreed: "I'll wait outside."

Sean persisted: "Does Count Rivers bring his Gold-rank warrior Lucas? If he can attend, so can Windsor."

Henry fell silent.

"Change clothes," Sean ordered. Henry is capable, but rigid.

…

Dressed in formal attire, Sean led Windsor and Henry to the castle. on the way ,they discussed refugee recruitment and supplies. Windsor's insightful suggestions earned Henry's respect.

…

At the castle gates, nobles avoided Sean like a leper. Henry whispered: "They fear defense repercussions from your Church connections."

Sean shrugged. Their loss.

Inside, the hall buzzed with nobles and servants. Count Rivers sat atop a dais, flanked by cronies. Sean observed:

Left of the dais: Lavish tables with white tablecloths, candles, and floral centerpieces. Right of the dais: A polished dance floor, musicians at the ready.

Sean lingered near the food, ignoring the whispers. Windsor stayed close, hand resting on his sword hilt.