King? You're Joking, Right?

The Gentleman Cloak Less

A small room, cold, dark… The lights flickered slightly, laying a gleam just bright enough to make out others in the room. 6 people… All in chairs. There were two rows facing each other. They were all asleep, except for me… I looked to them, each person sitting so silently. My curiosity both peeked and terrified.

It almost seemed as something out of a movie. I reached my hand out, reaching to graze one’s cheek, most like paper skin. But found myself stopped, as a gentleman’s voice called to me.

“Nice, aren’t they? Asleep like that. Not a care in the world.”

I turned around to meet his gaze. “What?” Straightening my stance, I voiced.  “What do you mean? What is this place?”

The gentleman without cloak almost seemed to waltz towards me, gracing the shoulder of a sleeping man, his arm remaining extended to them. We looked to each other, looking isle end to isle end.

“Do I need speak of it? I thought you already would know… You’re the one who put them here after all.” A grin embraced his cheeks.

I tilted my head slightly, confused…

“No… I didn’t. I’m sure I’d remember if I did something as strange as this…” I had no recollection of this place, nor the people in sit. “I command you to explain this at once!”

His opposite pursed his lips.

“Command? On the contrary you can’t ‘command’ me to do a thing.”

I balled my fist tight, confused as to why he would disobey such an order from his liege? Does he not realize my status?

“It’s a crime to disobey your king, now state! Or I’ll have you locked up!”

The gentleman cloak less chuckled. “Locked up? You’re no king, and certainly not my own. In fact, I’m yours. Now bow… Or you’ll be the one having to be locked up.”
His grin melted into an expression of discontent. The man’s honey green eyes piercing into me like jagged blades and glass shards. My breathing tightened, my mind skipping around the room.

“I refuse to listen to such arbitrary aristocratic non-sense! I must call my men, now step aside and your punishment maybe less harsh.”

I attempted to make a way out and away from such a fool! I felt piqued that he would even dare!

“What men? You have not one.”

My focus shifted from a way out, back to him. “I have many.”

“No… You have none. I’m guessing you’re assuming my men are yours? You forget that I am king, by populous decision. You are not king Calcine. Not anymore. Now unlike you in formal rule, let me be the rash one here and say I think this maybe a case of amnesia. Silly of me to jump to my original conclusions…”

My brow curved an arch.

“Amnesia? Are you saying I forgot a chunk of my own life…? I have difficulty believing a crude thing. Why on earth would I have amnesia? I’m not old!”

The green eyed man sighed.

“I’m not even going to try and explain the things wrong with what you just spoke. Rather, follow me...” He headed to the door.

I glanced to the those in the chairs.
“What about them? If what you said is true, and you are king… Why would you leave what I assume is your own people here?”

He glanced back as he opened the door.
“What I said is either true, or you are lying about what you remember. And in any case, if you could remember anything anyway you would know that these people are technically dead. Making them technically not people anymore. Now come on, you’re starting to annoy me a slight.” He went through the door, presumably waiting on me outside the room.

I looked to those he said aren’t technically not human… and seeing as to how human they looked, sitting there in those chairs… I was astonished. How could they be dead? They were breathing! At least… I thought.

I walked to the door, taking a last look to the those ‘people,’ before leaving and closing the door behind me. Outside I was embraced by a cool rush of air, blinded by a blanket of white snow covering the surrounding wooden area. It was gorgeous none the less, but not of my concern at the moment.

I looked to the guy before me, and questioned him. “What is your name? You seem to know mine, so I would assume it would only be right if I knew yours as well.”

“You assume it would be?” He glanced back to me, a bit caught off guard to such a question.

“Yes, ‘I assume it would be.’ Now what is it?”

“Take a gander.” He proceeded to begin trailing through the snow, his dark grey knee high boots leaving rather deep imprints.

My expression towards his whole “Take a gander” speaking was as one may guess it… The opposite of a grin. Annoyed I could answer him I suppose? But what point would that amount too? There’s millions of names, and only one of this green eyed booted freak. It’s a near impossible feat.

“I wouldn’t get it right, so what’s the point in such a thing?” I tracked after him, as to keep up of course.

“The point? Of course the point is for conversation.” He answered without much care for what he said.

“Conversation? That’s rather prideful… Your own name as the conversation topic?”

“I’d imagine you would make the conversation into how you are the “King” right? I imagine that would be even more prideful.”

“What?! That is not a statement of pride rather fact!” I trudged up to walk beside him, rather behind.

“A false fact that is.” He grinned slightly, glancing to me.

“I will believe it if it is proven. I have no room to entertain such antics.”

“Like wise.”

“Where are we going anyway?” I changed the subject.

“To kill some people.”

“What?!” My eyes widened worriedly. He of course immediately laughed following my reaction to an answer like that. What kind of person would say that?! A fool that’s who!

He covered his mouth, laughing. “I kid! I kid! We’re not going to kill anyone that I know of. We’re going to my palace.”

“That’s not something to joke about you blond haired freak!” I yelled in reaction.

“Whoa, calm down their tiger. That’s quite an insult. Maybe telling you my name would give you something more respectful? Imagine if that sentence just now went a little more like this. Here, I’ll quote you. “That’s not something to joke about Jaren!” See? A perfect impression.”

My mind twisted. Who does this guy think he is! Oh yeah? That’s right, he thinks he is the fucking king that’s what! Which is completely wrong! Jaren the King? Such a false statement?

“That’s not something to joke about Jaren! You fucking cunt!”

“Geeze, you have a lot of anger don’t you...?” He grinned.

“No, not really. I just really dis-like idiots.” I rebutted.

“Well, then you have no reason to hate me.”

I scowled.