Albrecht, Chapter 2

Hrad Stur has held for a week now. Albrecht sighed, this was taking too long. 
A knight entered the repurposed farmstead which he made his headquarters, and cleared his throat. 
“My lord, we-“ Albrecht interrupted him “Have not breached the walls. There is no need to report to me each and every fucking hour of this venture. Unless you have actual news, I don’t care to hear it.” 
the knight began again. “I apologize milord, but I do bring news indeed. We captured some lordling on the road yesterday, and figured you would want to.....speak to him.” 
Albrecht turned around, and gave a smirk. “Well, bring him in! We can have a chat over a nice lunch.”
the table was covered in food, mostly game hunted from the nearby forests. At its head stood Albrecht, and at its foot sat a young boy, no more than 10. 
“Well, Ales, I’m glad you joined me for mid-day’s meal. As you can see, I’ve got the finest food you can find here. Go ahead, eat.” Albrecht said, gesturing toward the table. 
The young boy took in the food in front of him, grabbed at a leg of quail, and began to take great bites of it. 
“Wow, you sure look hungry. Tell me, boy, how long has it been since you last ate?” 
the boy swallowed a large chunk of meat, and spoke “It’s been two days, Sir.” “Well, eat your fill. We’ve got plenty” Ales put down the leg, and began chewing a large piece of bread.
“So, as I understand it, Ales, your father’s in that stubborn castle, yes?”
“Yes, milord, Stur is my father’s castle.” 
“Oh please-“ Albrecht said kindly “-there is no need to call me ‘Milord’, call me Albrecht.”
“Alright, Albrecht” Ales said, between bites 
After some silence, broken only by loud chewing, Albrecht spoke again “I assume you would like to see your father, yes?” 
“Of course, sir.” “Well, let’s go see your father, once you’re done, shall we?”
Ales’s eyes lit up at the words. “Oh, yes please! I want to see Father!”