Bab 557: The Trial - Part 3

The guard came ambling past to check up on him again, and was visibly taken aback to see how Oliver had changed. In the black coat, he looked increasingly menacing, despite the blue peeking out underneath. On top of it all, he still wore the pin of Lord Blackwell, reminding them who he represented, and with his shining high boots, he hardly looked like he'd spent a night in prison at all.

The way the guard treated him was different. There was a hint more of respect in his voice. "Eh… Do you want a comb, Ser?" Oliver must have taken too long to respond, for the guardsman hurried to clarify. "For your hair," he said quickly.

"Ah, yes," Oliver agreed. "If you would, that would be helpful, thank you."

The guard produced his own comb from inside his jacket, and handed it through the bars. Oliver took it from his fingers, and noted how the man held his breath, watching his every movement.