King's Game (Draft/practice Version)

chapter 4

The room was neat and tidy. The wallpaper and carpet was luxurious. There was furniture lining the walls. Desks and soft leather chairs.

In the middle of the room was a huge office desk. Sitting behind it was Daimen. He rested his head in his arms.

It was an office building that belonged in the inbuilt town just outside the hall of trial. The reason was probably due to the fact of how much the guild members pictured a perfect society.

His face was twisted in worry.

Its been 3 days since he has been stuck in this place. The idea of this being a dream vanished as soon as he woke up the next morning. The first couple of days were of him pacing, wondering what was happening in the real world. If this was a fake one in the first place.

He glanced to his side. One of the royal guards was with him. She was stunning. Like every game character that the guild members decided to create, They had to create them as top model quality.

His leg bounced. He didn't like this constant watching over him routine. Everytime he showed a worried expression. They would get uncomfortable and wont stop asking him what was the matter. Everytime he wanted coffee. The royal guards were the first to bring it to him. Everytime he went to the bathroom they would follow.

It was like he was a prisoner and they were the wardens. she noticed Daimen looking at her.

"Is something the matter lord Daimen? Would you like more coffee?"

"No, im simply pondering the thoughts of our current situation."

"Oh, my apologies for asking such a low thought question."

This was how it was. It was like that his mood affected theirs. If he ever showed any sign of discomfort, they would not stop until it was done.

I can't take this anymore! I need some air.

Daimen stood up from behind the desk.

"Im going out for some fresh air."

"The guards will be ready to accompany you."

"No. I'll do this alone."

"But my lord! Surely you cannot say that. For what if the enemy attacks. We will not be able to offer our lives to you!"

Offering your lives is a bit extreme dont you think?

He almost gave in when he got an idea. Now he just hoped it worked.

"This must be done in total secrecy. I will not allow anyone to follow."

He needed to act like a king. Make his orders absolutes.

She seemed hesitant. As if fighting an inner war between her duty to protect and her kings orders.

Please work please work please work!

She seemed to give in.

"By your command. Have a safe trip lord Daimen."

He almost jumped for joy. Freedom never tasted sweeter.

He rose up and teleported.

The scenary from a luxurious office changed to whiteness.

The room that he was now in was enormous. However, seemingly upside down. He was standing on what looked like to be the roof of an old ancient cathedral. The floor looked like it should be the roof. However, when people would look up and expected the roof to resemble the floor. They would be disappointed.

Instead the sky seemed to go on forever. The stone arches just led straight up.

This was the 1st floor of Orises. The plane ruled by Aequitas.