The King's Dream //ENG VER//

CHAPTER 3: "The Nightmare Before Is Over"

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DREAM

George sat uncomfortably on his throne until a lady I called "Miss Manners" approached. She always wore purple dresses and glasses on her nose, telling any of the royalty what to do, how to act, even how many times to inhale per minute, it was tiring, but luckily she never approached me. George and I always made fun of her secretly, but now that was not possible, George was the new king and he was the one who was most exposed to these rules of etiquette.

Miss Manners said something in his ear and he made a gesture that I could not identify. He rose from the throne and walked to the snack table at the back of the room. Immediately all the guests rose and bowed. For George to stand up meant that the rest of the audience could do the same, immediately royal families approached him to try to make a conversation with the new king. Good luck with that. I laughed to myself.

Traditional music began to play and the atmosphere changed to a more lively one. More people were talking to the king and the guests began to dance on the floor.

I looked around me. There were several guards in the room, Punz and Bad were at the entrance. Something told me that those were placed there so that if something got out of control they would play good guard and bad guard. They would be surprised to find out who the good guard was. Bad's bright white eyes on his face full of darkness intimidated anyone, but those closest to him would laugh to know the tender face of him with glasses underneath that facet.

Ponk was pacing around the throne, Antforst found himself near the back table, and other guards were changing positions with each other every ten minutes.

My position was always in the back of the room, I had always had a good eye when it came to distinguishing suspicious people. I had fixed my gaze on someone unfamiliar when, from the corner of my eye, I saw a girl, slim, with wavy gold hair and a pink dress, pulling George's hand towards the floor. To my surprise, George was smiling.

Who did you find?

As they walked to the center of the dance floor, several guests followed them with their eyes. Once in the center, George took the girl by her waist and she put her hand on his chest. They both began to dance and laugh to the beat of the music while the girl brought up the topic of conversation.

Since when does George know how to dance? Since when does he talk to anyone?

Something in my stomach turned, I also noticed that my face began to heat up, not really knowing why.

Is it... jealousy?

Jealousy? Of course not. George could be and talk to whoever he wanted, that's none of my business, plus George is my friend. Why did I care who he talked to?

But...

The girl kept talking and dancing with him, I watched impressed. George's agility in dancing with a girl was totally unknown to me, despite the long years of friendship we had. Maybe ignore what was happening and start scanning the room. The same person who had caught my attention before had moved tables, as if he rotated with others, a red alert sounded in my head. You better investigate.

I walked in the direction of the subject, but my eyes returned to my friend. I knew he had noticed that I was watching them, now they are off the track, with that girl next to him, talking non-stop, but George kept looking in my direction. I couldn't understand his face nor read his thoughts like this.

Focus. I gave myself a mental slap and totally ignored George. That guy was changing tables again when I pulled him by the shoulder to make him turn around. He was a little startled, but immediately regained his composure.