The royal court of Verdia was a spectacle of grandeur, the high arches and gleaming marble walls whispering of power and tradition that had stood the test of time.
As I approached, the weight of the anticipation grew heavier with each step, the crossbow I had crafted with such care and precision nestled safely in my arms.
The moment of truth was here. I would meet George, the influential figure for me who could either set me free or leave me in the shackles of this world's expectations.
The royal court guards at the entrance nodded as I passed, recognizing me from my previous interaction and most blazing news (The person with the lowest QI).
When I finally stepped into the grand hall, the murmur of conversations hushed as all eyes turned to me. In the center, seated upon a ancient oak, was George.
His sharp gaze took in my form, the crossbow, and the guards who accompanied me. He was a man who knew the worth of secrets and the price of power.
[Note: Bro, Did George become Royalty]
I strode forward, the clack of my boots echoing through the silent chamber, and presented the crossbow to him with a respectful bow. "Mister George" I began,
"I have completed the task as per our agreement. This is the weapon I believe will serve the kingdom well."
"N?" (Rubbish)
George took the crossbow, his fingers tracing over the intricate metalwork with a curious expression. He had never seen anything quite like it, this tool from a world he don't know about, now in his hands.
With a nod, he gestured for me to proceed with the demonstration.
The Royal court yard outside was bustling with activity, knights and soldiers moving about their duties. The clearing I had chosen was a stark contrast, a circle of calm in the storm of the castle's daily life.
The target was set up, a simple wooden board with a bullseye drawn in chalk.
I loaded the crossbow, feeling the tension in the room rise as I drew back the string. With a swift, practiced motion, I released the bolt, watching as it zipped through the air and embedded itself deep into the bullseye.
A gasp went through the gathered crowd, and George's eyes lit up with something that looked a lot like admiration (I mean he is).
He turned to me, a smile playing on his lips.
"You have done well, mister Adonis," he said. "Your skills are indeed unmatched. However, I have a proposal for you."
I tensed, waiting for the words that would decide my fate.
To my utter surprise, George offered me a position as a professor in the kingdom, tasked with creating new weapons and advancing the technology of Verdia.
It was a role that would allow me to use my knowledge from my old life, but also to teach others and shape the future of this world.
The guards around us shifted, likely as shocked as I was. But the offer was too tempting to refuse, especially when George assured me that it would also mean my freedom.
"You will have all the resources and support you need,"
he continued
"and in return, you will work exclusively for us. Your talents will be used to protect and expand our realm."
I nodded, accepting the new role that had been thrust upon me. It wasn't the life I had planned for myself, but it was a chance to make a difference, to leave a mark on this world that had become my new home.
And so, with the clang of metal and the hiss of steam, I set forth on a new chapter of my journey, one that would see me not only survive but thrive in the unpredictable land of Verdia.