Serve Me [2]

Craig's words resonated deeply within the quiet bedchamber, striking a chord that left everyone frozen in place.

Even Ser Hughway, who stood silently by the doorway, felt a sharp jolt of surprise.

To ask a knight or a warrior to pledge their allegiance to a specific individual rather than the noble crest, the territory, or the grand family itself was an extraordinary demand—one that carried immense political weight.

Damian slowly raised his head, his blue eyes wide with sheer disbelief as he stared up at the crimson-haired youth.

"Pardon me, my Lord?" he stuttered, his usual battle-hardened composure crumbling completely. "I... I do not fully understand what you mean. Serve you... and not the family?"

Craig folded his arms across his broad chest, a confident, sharp smirk gracing his lips.

"I meant every single word I just uttered," Craig stated plainly, his golden eyes burning with steady conviction.