After he introduced himself, I couldn't help but to get shocked hearing his name.
"What the...! I'm sorry for my rude behavior, Your Grace," I stammered, surprised to meet such a high-ranking noble. He looked to be in his late 30s. My luck to face someone like him.
"So great. I'm trying to keep a low profile and now I've met a royal duke?" I thought to myself. To live under the radar as my parents taught me, I need to stay low. But now my fate is intertwined with someone of such high status.
"No, it's fine for someone who I owe my life to," Jake said.
"I'm grateful to you, for letting commoners like us stay in your house," I said.
"It's not a big deal. I have plenty of room here. The food is ready, and I would like you to join me for dinner later," Jake offered.
Suddenly, his servants attend and stand beside him.
"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Byron Scott and will fulfill your needs," the servant said.
Byron Scott, the servant who stepped forward at Jake's command, exuded an aura of dignified wisdom. His age, etched in the lines on his face and the distinguished hue of his hair, was a testament to a life well-lived. In his 60s, he carried himself with a timeless grace, his presence commanding respect without the need for explicit assertion.
His hair, a crown of glistening white, flowed with an elegance that contrasted sharply with his weathered features. The beard that framed his face was neatly groomed, adding a touch of sophistication to his appearance. Despite the passage of years, his handsomeness remained undeniable, an embodiment of the wisdom and experience that comes with age.
Byron's attire was a reflection of his role and the esteem he held for it. He wore a well-tailored, charcoal gray suit that draped his form in a manner that spoke of meticulous attention to detail. The suit's cut was classic, emphasizing his timeless style and the enduring nature of his profession. A crisp white shirt beneath the jacket bore a subtle pattern on the collar, adding a hint of personality to the otherwise formal ensemble.
His movements were deliberate and measured, each action a testament to the refined etiquette he had mastered over the years. There was an air of quiet authority that accompanied his presence, a sense that he was a man of both experience and compassion. As he introduced himself in a voice that resonated with gravitas, his words carried an assurance that he was someone who could be relied upon without hesitation.
…
"Sure. I will get ready first, Your Grace" I answered him and Jake smiled at me and walked away. Jake left me and the serious atmosphere finally has gone.
With Jake's departure, the atmosphere shifted, and Byron's countenance softened. His eyes, wise and perceptive, held a gentle twinkle that hinted at a well of stories and experiences waiting to be shared.
My focus shifted as I looked around, noticing Leo was nowhere in sight.
"Are you looking for Leo?" Elijah asked. "He's downstairs, eating his food."
"I see," I replied, thinking, "How dare he be so carefree in someone else's house? I wish I could be as carefree as that cat".
I glanced at Byron, who kept his eyes respectfully down. He must be very good at his job.
"I have prepared your bath, sir. Please follow me," Byron said.
I try to get up but my body feels cramp for laying on the bed for too long. Elijah helped me together with Byron. They bring me to the bathroom.
"Eli, can you wait downstairs with Leo? Promise me you will behave," I asked.
"Alright, brother," Elijah agreed, running downstairs.
I looked at him left and ran downstairs while he already promised me to behave.
I sighed and thought, "why is he running around in someone else's house? I should scold him later."
When I was about to get inside and prepared to take a bath, I turned around and looked at Byron standing still and not leaving. I was thinking, "is he going to wait for me? Never mind, I will take a dip first".
I open the door and enter the bathroom. A warm temperature blows out and refreshes my body. I was getting excited as that was my first time having a hot tub.
I think the room is big and the venting is good. It feels like a sauna here. I use the fragrant soap and wash my hair. After that, I heard footsteps from outside and the door was open.
"Sorry for interrupting. I will leave this for you," Byron said, placing a towel for me.
I was really shocked and replied, "alright, thank you Mr. Byron."
I finished taking my bath and got out after wearing the fancy clothes Byron had left for me. Byron was waiting for me outside of my bedroom. I went straight downstairs with Byron leading the way and went to the other side of Jake's mansion. There is a veranda in the middle of his mansion that gives a decent view of the beautiful garden. Meanwhile, the dining hall is facing the garden, so they could enjoy eating while looking at the view.
I stand in front of Jake and give a proper bow to him as a respect and gratitude.
"Take a seat," Jake said.
I looked around and cannot see Elijah anywhere here because Byron already informed me, Elijah and Leo already had their dinner earlier. They were together having entertainment in another room. I feel shy as I have never experienced this in my life. A rich person is right in front of me. It is really the same when encountering someone high class either on Earth or here.
I thought he was only an average knight that was lost in the forest. I never expected a royal duke to be half-dead there without a single bodyguard.
As the room was pretty gloomy in silence, Jake took a sip of glass and started his conversation with me.
"So, how do you feel?" he asked.
"Ah, yeah. Erm, great… maybe," I replied, clearing my throat. "Thanks to you, my body feels slightly recovered after a long rest."
Jake chuckled. "That's good to hear."
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and entered the dining hall. A man came in and stood beside him.
"This is the man who treated you," Jake said while pushing the man's back like having a close relationship with him.
The man greeted me. "My name is Asvin Wing. I'm a doctor and also Jake's friend."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Oruvan," I said, for my introduction.
Dr. Asvin nodded kindly.
When Asvin Wing entered the room with an air of both confidence and approachability, his presence was marked by a professional demeanor that resonated with competence and reassurance. He was a man who understood the delicate balance between clinical expertise and the human touch.
His stature was commanding but not imposing. With a physique that exuded health and vitality, it was clear that he practiced what he preached. His eyes, a shade of warm hazel, held an attentive gaze that seemed to see beyond the surface, hinting at a deep curiosity about the world around him.
A well-groomed beard framed his face, adding a hint of ruggedness to his otherwise polished appearance. His hair, neatly styled yet not overly formal, suggested a man who was comfortable in both professional and social settings. There was a certain charm in his features—a combination of strong jawline, kind eyes, and a friendly smile that put people at ease.
Asvin's attire was a reflection of his role as a doctor with an eye for style. He wore a tailored white coat that was crisp and immaculate, embodying the cleanliness and precision associated with his profession. Underneath, a light blue dress shirt added a touch of color, subtly contrasting with the purity of the coat. His hands were gloved, a clear indicator of his commitment to hygiene and the meticulous care he took in his work.