An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

The soldier and the king

As chaos consumed the exterior, and voices of concern began to rise among the castle's servants and guards, there was one soul who did not feel the same level of concern as the rest.

He had seen the situation begin and knowing that he couldn't do much directly he decided to redirect his efforts to something he could do.

Writing a letter to an old friend of his...to be wary of the threats that lay behind the shadows.

Threats that by the looks of it were growing more daring by the second.

That... had been the idea, until one of his bodyguards had though politely tucked inside the room and refused to leave. He had been waiting for a while for him to either greet him or rise his head from the letter.

That patience was running thin by now...

''My king, I don't know if you have realized it...but the city is under attack..''

''I know..''

''The buildings are on fire..''

''I know...''

''The people are scared..''

''I...know....''

Replied calmly once more a red haired, moustache man. Cleanly dressed like a proper man of his station. One of his hands taping the table before him slowly, yet never stopping while the other held a quill...

He was not bothered by the insistence of the man, but there was no point in losing their minds about it. He could not magically snuff out the flames or calm the people with the snap of his fingers.

They could not act rashly, or more would be lost under the thoughts of a well intentioned idea....

And who knew how many eyes were watching. Both familiar are unknown....

''Then-...''

''You may ask or you may not..., but the answer will be the same. The situation will be taken care of in due time.., I am sure everything is been done to fix this matter as soon a possible and that no efforts are being spared to bring order to our beloved city...''

''Y-yes, that is what we are trying to do...''

''Then why are you here instead of outside.., Hubb?''

He asked at the tall man with serpentine like eyes and pale skin. An appearance that should have been frightening to say the least to the weak of heart, even if he tried to soften it with that bright smile.

One that was starting to become into a puzzled expression as he looked at his own red eyes.

''I don't think I follow...?''

''You know, that I know that you know....''

Even though he appeared to be looking down at the enveloped, he was able to take notice of the way the man before him flinched, how his face grew lined and a spark of something appeared behind the depths of his eyes for just a second before they returned to the same calm, and smiling expression.

He had seen snakes with better self control than him..

''I am here to protect you my king, what sort of bodyguard I would be if I were to run away from my charge?''

He replied softly, offering a courteous bow in the process..

He scratched the tip of is moustache, his eyes darting briefly to the side before switching back to the black knights own green snake like.

''I assure you, I may not be a fighter...but I am more than capable of defending myself''

''W-well..., I still would like to recommend your highness that you at least consider the possibility to be sent to safety, my lord?''