Knights and Ladies

The Quest for Query

Seriously, I do not like what is going on on!

First this guy shows up in my room, second, he's telling me he is the Steward of the Castle but can only report to me for the meantime.

Like who the heck are you going to report to after the mean time has elasped?

Galahead? Oh, so he's a Galahead devout right?

I'll show you... I'll show you what I do to Galahead's devouts with my bare hands, you imbecile.

No, no, after defeating that i***t, you still don't think it's time to run and hide with your tails between your legs.

That's if you ever have tail.

Ah, Sam, are you really sure that statement isn't a figurative one and does it not mean that the person runs away like a dog would do, when it faces defeat?

It doesn't actually mean it, does it?

Nahh... Whatever! I can't stress my head on English, right now!

"Claire, what does that mean?"

Claire nervously whimpers, one eyebrow lower than the other. "Y-you shouldn't really bother on that!"

"Why?" I retort, showing her my perfect, wonderful version of squeezing eyebrows down.

"Well, My Lady, You just recovered. You should have a bath. And then, come on out to get a meal or if you desire, I would bring your meal over before you take the prescribed medications and then, head over... and I mean.. head over..."

"Stop!" The flat of my palm is raised up. "Just stop! You suck at this. Whatever you're trying to hide... I will find it, and when I do,"

I flash my eyes to George. And I swear, I saw him look away with a laugh in his eyes.

Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

"When I do... you better hope I don't get pissed." I give a short shout as I brazenly march towards the parted curtain entrance of my door.

That's when my foot hits against the frame if the bed and I fall, losing my balance and screaaaammmmming...

'cause I'm FALLLLLLLLLLLLLINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!

CATCH!

It's this airhead of a steward that has me in his arms. He sets me down but that doesn't remove the urge to spit in his face.

Wait My God... How am I getting all these emotions and urges, because they are all foreign to me.

Samantha eh...

"My lady, you should go easy on yourself. I had to come here to check on you, as my daily routine. But now that you're here, I'd want you to be set so we can discuss matters."

"What matters?"

"George... She just woke up! Now is not the time." Claire harshly says.

"I know." He replies with his hands extended to his side. "You don't think I know that? But the urgent matters of Titledom require a leader already. Sir Ade is dead, and so is his Wife. The knights have been greatly devastated by the recent defeat, various insecurities are rising and many other things are setting the citizens in disarray. Now, the only one to show us the direction to go, is you, My Lady."

"Whoa!" Is the only thing that comes out of my mouth, because I'm stunned.

Things are that bad?

"Steward George, tell me, what is happening to my town?"

No, don't look at me. Those words are not mine. It's feels Samantha like.

Oh, right... I am actually Samantha.

"No, My Lady! It's time to take your bath. Please leave us, George." Claire says as she rises from the bed.

With those words, George bows briefly as he turns to the door, his steps, one foot at a time, almost as if he is marching.

Soon he leaves, one of the double doors closing shut behind him.

And as he does, I finally begin to notice the setting of my room, mostly because Claire pulls a string by the top of the bed frame and those linen curtains slip into clusters at each edge, revealing the full bed from all corners, except the wall.

"Thanks for the curtain wall." I say to her because it's awkwardly getting quiet here.

And plus, I have not gotten any ding yet.

But Claire frowns, her eyes darting left to right as if she's trying to comprehend what I mean.

"Curtain Wall?"

"Yes, Curtain wall! You helped me pull them apart." I reply, pointing to the linens.

Claire follows my hand and she smiles, returning her gaze to me.

"Oh sweetheart, these are not curtainwalls. A curtain Wall is the term used to refer to the walls of a castle." She says with a smile and an enthusiastic holding of her palms together.

It's sweet, but I'm frowning.

"You know what, Samantha, let's undress you for your bath. The water should be steamed now." She says with the same smile and says something else that I don't hear because my attention is all over the place.

Wow...

So, this is my room!

Right above me is a chandelier that is still lit up, even as at now, even though it's light sources are covered. And behind me, just before the bed is a little stool like bench made of fancy wood with shiny metal engravings.

Like it serves as some sort of step or a footstool if you are to seat by the edge of the bed.

Very Classic... And I almost fell!

Opposite me and the bed is the stylishly arched wooden frame that constitutes a three seater settee and a foam padded table infront of it. There is another one seater settee to the left of me.

But I wonder, do I really... or did Samantha really have guests in her room?

If No, then these furniture with the exquisite throw pillows seem like a lot of furniture.

I mean, I for one, only had... No, I didn't have no chair in my bed, back at home, not to talk of a whole settee.

Well, Middle Age is middle age!

There are these huge curtains... think they are called tapestries, long, thick and black, having images and scenes etched in them with gold thread situated a little distance for the furniture, in such way that there is enough space for five people to walk through.

To the far diagonal left of me, after the one seater settee, is what I think is a reading table.

It is also padded too, probably to create a soft, royalty feel as books are stacked on a small shelve, embedded into the wall. There is an ink bottle there too as well as feathers and...

Wait... feathers? I thought they used ballpoint pens in the medieval times... hmm...

Because I refuse to stress my head, wondering over what I should not, I turn my gaze upward and seen the fancy huge looking Glass that juts down from the high end ceiling of arcs, down to the table.

Aha! there is this very huge looking lamb with a dune cover that is mehn... twice my height?

Like, really?

Why so fancy?

But, I turn to my left Abit, breathing in the sight of a regular old table having a desktop?

Oh... That's me in the reflection. Hehe.

It's a mirror styled like a monitor and on the table is a couple of books stacked, having a little reading lamp that is off because there is so much light coming from the parted curtains at the huge Arc windows in front of it.

Actually, two lamps at either side of the table, drawers and your regular dinning chair.

Probably this is the actual reading table?

Or maybe not...

There are these boxes here that remind me of trinket boxes.

Oh, that ought to be the make up table?

Whoa... This is a lot of royalty here.!

But, I don't understand!

Why is there another chest level mirror diagonal, to the other end of the room, the corner of the wall my bed frame links with?

As if that is not enough, there is another arc+ed window on a table with a chair- fancy, remember?- and boy, am I losing my mind.

Why the obsession with mirrors and furnitures? Damn...

If this is gonna be my room, I'm throw off all those furniture 'cause tell me, just how many would I need?

Looking at my bare feet, I see the stylish burnt brown rug down as Claire stops in front of me.

"My Lady, are you okay?" She asks, hands on my shoulders.

I look up to see her searching worried eyes and I'm like... what the heck am I supposed to say?

Say the excess furniture is unsettling to me? Or say, hey, I am not Samantha... I'm Sam...

An effing Nigerian not your castle princess!

DIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGG...

OH, FOR F*** SAKE.... Aaaaaaarggghhhhh!

Sadly the stupid system has other designs for me.

[Congratulations, Gamer XX65; Gamer has miraculously surpassed system expectation by 201%...]

Oh really... So, you expected me to die in my first game scene?

[Ding... Below is your scene achievement...

You have accrued Peasant Respect +46;

You have accrued Commoner Respect +16;

You have accrued Vassal Respect +7;

You have accrued Noble Respect +1.]

Oh!

I understand peasant, commoner and noble, but what is Vassal?

And those the numbers signify?

[Numbers represent the total number of persons who have gained trust and confidence in you.]

Oh...

So, why the heck does the number decrease down the line?

Do they not trust me enough?

Wait, is this what the Steward meant when he said he answers to me, only for the meantime?

I swear, something else is going on here. And I certainly, don't like it.

'System, can you show me the stats of Titledom... Like population stuff?'

Probably, the number of people in Titledom is actually very little or so...

Who knows?

[>>>....] The triple dots blink out and in continuously until the text dialog box changes.

[Gamer will have to find that out, alone. System is to be used for computation processes alone. System query is locked until Gamer achieves 'Quest for Query' mission]

'Quest for Query ? What's that?'

[Gamer XX65 is awarded a new mission.

Detail: Dig into every aspect of Titledom and how things work. Knowledge is power, afterwards.

Reward: N/A

Failure Consequence: Body Failure and Death]

'Wait... What?

Seriously, stop threatening me and putting me in the edge always.' I cry out mentally, coming into focus as I am now on the bed, a worried Samantha hovering over me.

But no jokes... why is this stupid system hell bent on killing me?