🤍𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶🤍 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝟷-𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜

I should have known that my brother would have gone over the top, though, I suppose, if I had a castle, I would too. The ceiling seems to stretch up forever, a crystal chandelier hanging down from the center of the spire. Despite the grandness of the light, the large room remains dim, large shadows stretching out from behind every fissure in the room, including this throne. Even with my skirts spread out around me, I barely take up half of the huge chair. Though oversized, it is quite comfortable. Placing myself sideways, with my slippered feet hanging off of the armrest, I exhale, leaning my head back.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Shit.

I turn to face the voice, my cheeks blushing a brilliant red at my embarrassment. Clearing my throat, I smile at the raven-haired knight standing in the doorway of the throne room.

"Hello sir, I was only, uh-" I stammer out, searching for a plausible explanation in my mind.

"I didn't ask what you were doing, I asked who the fuck you think you are, sitting in the King's throne." My face grows hot at his words.

"There is no cause for such vulgar language, knight. I was simply admiring the, uhm-fabric! Yes, the fabric of this magnificent chair. It is exquisite, I must say," I ramble on, flustered. The man in front of me seems to only grow angrier, marching swiftly up the steps of the raised floor and grabbing my arm roughly. I gasp in both alarm and pain as he pulls me up onto my feet. "Unhand me!" I have lost my anxious tendencies, my tone forceful and angry. The knight glares down at me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Get out, you bitch." Wrenching my head back out of his grasp, I raise my arm up and smack him across the face, fury coursing through me.

"WHAT did you just call me?!" My voice is low as I glare up at him and the red mark on his cheek. A groan sounds from beside us.

"Y/n, calm down." A smile is covering my face even before I finish turning around.

"George?!" The man behind me sighs, annoyed.

"You know this girl, George? Uh, I mean, your royal highness?" George laughs.

"Yes, Sapnap, I know her. This is my sister, Y/n. And you need not use titles here, please." The second he finishes speaking I tackle him in a hug, my eyes filling with happy tears.

"Brother! I missed you!" He hugs me back, and I smile into his chest. Pulling back, I fix him with a serious look. "You need to hire better help. This knight seems to enjoy using foul language a bit too much. Especially towards women." Sapnap, at least I assume that is his name, glares at me.

"I wasn't aware of who you were, and you were sitting on your brother's throne. Forgive me if I found it justifiable to reprimand you." I glare right back.

"There is never an excuse for treating a woman, anyone, for that matter, like you did." My brother sighs behind me.

"Well, now that we have somewhat cleared that up, how about we move on?" He says, turning to face me with excitement in his eyes. "I am hosting a ball tonight, inviting not just my subjects but also the neighboring nobles. I do hope that you will attend." Images of ball gowns, music, and dancing fill my head and I clap excitedly.

"Of course! Yes, I would love to come!" George smiles.

"Well then, you must get ready! I'll have a guard show you to your room." Your face falls.

"Not the idiot behind us, I beg of you." My brother laughs, throwing his head back.

"No, no, of course not." He claps his hands twice and the huge doors at the front of the room swing open, a masked man running in. "Ah! Dream! Do not fret, there is no emergency here. I would, however, like you to escort my dear sister here, y/n, to her chambers to prepare for the ball. I trust you will get her there safely?" The man nods, his mask painted with a chilling smile, covering all of his face except for his mouth. A dark green hooded cape sits around his shoulder, flowing out behind him and stopping right above his knees. His armor seems to be surrounded in some sort of purplish haze, like the wisps of magic that the healers in your village often show off at festivals. His dirty blond hair peeks out from under his dark hood, the choppy strands shooting off in odd angles. His posture seems to relax after George speaks, but only barely, as he still stands straight.

"Of course. I'll take the princess there right away." Princess?

"Me? A-a princess? Shut up!" I almost burst out laughing but all that comes out is a very unlady-like snort. All three men fix me with a strange look as my face turns a bright red. Well, I can only see two of them, but the last tilts his head in a very confused way, so I can only imagine his face behind the mask. George clears his throat awkwardly before speaking.

"Well, you better be moving along. The ball will commence in 3 hours, which doesn't leave you with much time. You will also be presented to the court, so be sure to look your best." George smiles at me before shoeing me out the door, Dream following close behind. "Oh, and don't be late!" His joking voice echoes out from the room and I answer back, laughing.

"Perhaps instead I'll make the dramatic entrance."

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A/N- Hiiiiiii! This is gonna be a slow burn by the way, but I hope you stick around! Please put some feedback in the comments because I would really appreciate it! Also don't forget to vote and or comment! It really helps others to see this! I love you guys! <3