Salvage The Kingdom

Chapter 4

After being shown to his room, Alfred was lead to a dining hall where the court was eating.

The food smelled delicious. There was a table with foods of turkey, chicken, mash potatoes, corn, green beans, and bread all lining it.

Cups of red wine was being poured and chatter filled the room.

Despite the beautiful scene in front of him, Alfred still felt uneasy.

King Benjamin stood from a table he sat at and walked over to him.

"You'll sit with the Knights. Tomorrow, you will begin training with them. I'm sorry to throw this at you all at once but, it's easier for me this way. The faster we get you situated, the faster we'll be prepared for another attack."

He gestured to a long table that had alot of men sat at. All had different ages that ranged from eighteen to late twenties.

Alfred took a seat at the far end of the table.

A servant had stuck a plate of food in front of him.

He was tempted to eat it but he right now, he didn't trust anyone. He couldn't trust anyone.

Alfred felt something hit the side of his face. He wiped his hand on it and looked to see that it was mash potatoes.
He heard roars of laughter coming from the other end.

"Roger, cut it out." One knight scolded him.

"What?" Roger grinned. "I was just having some fun."

"You could use this."

A voice spoke from behind him. He turned and seen that it was the blond haired girl that sat next to King Benjamin.

"I'm Genevieve." She smiled and handed him a cloth. "Keep it." She walked back to her table.

Alfred sat there looking dumbfounded at her.

He didn't think anyone could be that beautiful.

He finally snapped out of his daze and wiped the food from the side of his face.
The Knights were no longer laughing at him, thank goodness.

As the night went on, Alfred realized that the only pace he would get at to having answers was King Benjamin's pace and he didn't know how long that pace would be.

So, he eventually ate his food and it was off to bed.

He was set up in a little but cozy bedroom that had a fireplace. The room had a wooden bed with white sheets, blankets, and pillowcases.

He settled into bed and laid there.

Gazing at the ceiling, he thought back to William.

They chose you, Alfred. They chose you.
What did that mean? Did William know that Alfred would end up here all along?

Once again, he was let down by not having any real answers for anything.