Stay with me // dreamnotfound

005.

The king was watching him like a hawk, never taking his eyes off of him and constantly making sure he was right behind him at all times. It was almost as if he knew that something was about to happen, or that his servant was planning something. But he never asked about it, or made a remark. He was just quietly watching him, putting the other at unease.

The servant tried to avoid the king's glance, looking away as much as he could and pretending he was looking at something else but the king. Although, when he thought the king was not looking at him (which happened rarely) he did turn his head to him, looking at the dark brown fluffy hair falling against pale skin.

"Am I interesting to you?" The king asked, and turned around. The servant was caught off guard, having believed that the king had not been paying attention. He should have known better than that, a king had to always be aware of everything- he wasn't that new to his position.

He shook his head, forced to look the other in the eyes. He had almost forgotten them, even though it felt impossible. His eyes were dark brown, almost like his hair, however, they were not as dark as his fathers. They were also not filled with hatred, or the burning desire to cause pain. Actually, they seemed to be kind.

His eyes had a kind undertone to them, even if he was forced to take on a stern look at all times. Sometimes, on the other hand, when there was no one else around, the king dropped his look for just a second, and the servant could almost see him for what he was. A normal person.

His daydreaming got interrupted as he noticed the king was waiting for an answer, and he shook his head. "No, not really." It was a lie, because he was interesting. He was not like his father, and had yet to cause pain. He was watching his every move, judging him. Almost impatiently waiting for the day when he could conclude what type the king was.

The king turned on his heel, walking closer to his servant who was slowly clenching his entire body up in fear. He didn't like it when he was close, he liked to keep a distance between them. They were not on the same level when it came to their place in the world. He sold flowers for a living, and the other wore crystals in his crown. One also held the other's life in his hands, and he could have him killed with the snap of his fingers. The worst part is, he probably deserved it, too.

"I think you like me." The king said, standing right in front of him. He would've laughed at the way the king had to turn his head in order to look him in the eyes, but since he could not afford to make one more mistake today- he swallowed it down. The king was out of line though, this can't be allowed, can it?

He did not move, he only narrowed his eyes on him- returning the gaze. "You think too highly of yourself if you think for even a minute that I would feel anything but hatred towards you." He snarled back, and the king chuckled quietly to himself. This had almost turned into a game of cat and mouse, and he had no idea who was who.

A hand wrapped around his wrist, and the servant quickly looked around to see if anyone was nearby to witness this. This could only mean something bad- either to him or the king. It must be improper for the king to get close to one of his workers, especially his servant. Otherwise, it just meant that sooner or later, he would end up getting hurt by the powerful man holding him by the wrist.

"You should watch yourself, or I might just send someone down to your little field and make sure your sister has not followed in your footsteps."

His blood turned to ice, and the world seemed to stop around him. His vision was blurry as he searched in those eyes, wanting to know if he was being serious or not. Would he really send someone down for that? Why did he know that he came from the flower field? Someone must have told him- but who?

It could've been the previous king, and if it had, he should've known that he was being kept in the cellar. If he knew about someone getting tortured, shouldn't he have tried to stop it? Or at least try to help him ease the pain? It could only mean one thing, the new king was just as much for it as his father.

The servant ripped his arm away, the king losing his grip around his wrist. Panic arose in his chest as he looked at the man, the crown for the first time not looking like it was perfectly in place on top of his head. "She has done nothing, she is barely fifteen." The king shrugged.

"She is still a citizen of this kingdom, and her brother is a traitor. She better make sure to not repeat your mistake." Rage rose inside of him, the panic of the idea of someone hurting his sister, the word "traitor" getting thrown around as if it was a threat. He could not control himself, and soon he had the king pinned up against the wall. The height difference between them gave him an advantage- and he was going to use it, maybe even abuse it.

The king's eyes widened, almost as if he was shocked that someone else would handle him the same way he handled others. It was only fair. "She is a child," he hissed, making the point extremely clear that she was not to be dragged into this. There was one thing he had left to protect, and that was his little sister.

Brown eyes looked at him, and those brown eyes showed no fear. Although he could feel the way his heart raced inside of his chest. Maybe, the whole castle could hear it. It did not stop the king from smiling, though. "And you are a murderer." It was low, they both knew it. The servant quickly let go of the king, taking a step back.

"You have no idea what your people do out there, do you?" The king was fixing his robe, pushing the crown up on his head properly again to perfection. He seemed to be ignoring his remark, fake dusting himself off. There was not a single spot of dirt on him though, it must be hard to be of royal blood.

"You shall return to your room. You have done enough for today."

The servant shook his head, not once taking a step in the direction of his room. He was sick of this, sick of how ignorant rich and powerful people are. They endangered everyone, and everything. "You are cruel," he hissed, the king not looking at him. "You're just like your dad."

The king jerked his head towards the other, stunned by his words. He almost looked shocked, hurt, by the words his servant had uttered. It made no sense, because that's what kings strived to be, like their fathers- although hopefully better. Why did he seem to take such offense to it?

"Go. Right now, that's an order." The servant bowed, mocking him in doing so before standing up.

"As you wish, King George." And so, he walked away.