Heir

2) Lord Raverton

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The guards weren't that bad.

They didn't threaten me with their swords or throw me out of the garden and yell 'DIE!'. They simply scooted aside and let me pass.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The walls were painted with intricate designs and dozens of rooms lined the corridors. Yeah, it was that big. Spiral stairs led up to four levels. The Lord obviously had a life here.

Speaking of which...

I was afraid of my new job, most particularly the thick possibility of Death.

And of course, my employer, Lord Jon Raverton.

It was widely known that he never smiles. Theo usually joked about him when the topic came up, often referring to the Lord as Lord Scowl-Face, though it was rather hard to picture him like that. Not just because he was rich, but because of his looks.

The Lords of the South and West, whose names were Lord Geitrand and Lord Fadern, were ugly and stupid-looking, but Lord Raverton and the Lord of the North, Lord Tisern were actually rather good-looking.

There, I said it. They were handsome.

A thought popped up in my mind. Mr Collins referred to Lord Scowl-Face as Lord Jon instead of Lord Raverton. Wasn't it kind of against the law to refer to their lords by their first names?

I prevented myself from grinning like an evil maniac as I followed Mr Collarado to a set of double doors directly in front of the entrance. He could get fired if I told the Lord that Mr Collarado had called him 'Lord Jon'. That was the least I could do since he threatened me and sentenced me to this.

Another set of guards were stationed at both sides of the doors. Guard 1, the one on the left, stared at me, then Collarado.

"State your business." Guard 1 spat out. He was clearly in a bad mood.

Mr Collarado straightened his back, as though it would somehow make him look less ridiculous. "We have a new spy for Lord Jon."

Guard 2 sneered. "Firstly, that is not the proper address for Lord Raverton. You could get punished for this. Secondly, she's a girl. Thirdly, Lord Raverton doesn't have time to entertain minor situations like this! "

Minor situation? Shouldn't there be a festival to celebrate my courage to spy on the filth (hopefully just looking out for them)? Hmph! Why was everyone so rude. If I had the opportunity, I would give this dude a lecture on bravery. Too bad I was just a minor situation.

Collarado was silent for a few moments, then questioned harshly, "Has Lord Raverton prepared for Miss Jas here, then?"

Guard 1 scoffed. "Even without him saying it, we would have already known he had prepared. After all, preparation is key." Both of the guards giggled like a bunch of kids holding swords. I didn't get the joke, but I had a vague idea.

"Second floor, Door 9." Guard 1 said.

Collarado gave a curt nod and started walking towards the stairs. I trailed after him as we climbed the steps and headed down the corridor to the right. The doors weren't labelled, but he walked past them and stopped in front of a door as though he didn't need labels to know where the doors were. I saw a few servants scurrying past in uniforms (that's right. Uniforms.) and some of them gave me quizzical looks, which wasn't surprising since I would have done the same if I saw a badly-dressed thief and a man with a ridiculous moustache and an attitude problem standing outside a door.