It is not the job of the living to pick up and live the dreams of the dead. It is the job of the dead to be the stepping stones to the dreams of the living.
Requested by @Taylororton123
Cover art by white-rozu
The King walked briskly through the silent halls. Guards on either side stood unmoving. Yet I felt their unyielding gaze on the two of us. We finally reached a door that led outside and the king put his hands on my shoulders. I jumped caught off guard by the physical contact. He only laughed and kicked the door open. He spread his arms gesturing to the garden in front of us. Half of it was an open field with croquet hoops throughout. The other half was a maze of short rose bushes. It was a mixture of red and white roses. I walked over in their direction. Admiring them until I came upon some oddities.
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I looked at the king and he pointed past me. Turning I saw a blonde haired girl painting the flowers. She kneeled in front of the bush and dipped a brush into a can. Then carefully coated it in red. I quietly walked up behind her and watched from over her shoulder. She continued steadily. Giving the petals a single coat. Letting it dry and then applying another. I guess my shadow gave me away because she jumped up. As she stood and turned the can got knocked over. Reaching out I pulled her towards me. So we were stuck in an awkward position for a second. Her chest pressed against mine.
???: Wh-what do you think you're doing?
Y/n:Watching.
???:Why are you here!? How are you here!?
Red King: I brought him.
Her face didn't hide her shock as she bowed.
???: Y-your majesty.
Red King: You know how I feel about being called that.
???:I'm sorry as always your grace but why is this man here?
Red King:The queen likes him and I doubt she'll continue to let me roam around with him for very long. So when that time comes he'll be in your care.
??:B-but you-
Red King: No buts. He already has an interest in your work. Maybe you should explain what you're doing?
???: Anything for you my King.
I looked between the two of them. Everything about the depth of their relationship evident. Every word careful not to reveal and every gesture subdued. Like caged birds they sang behind the bars of their positions.
Red King: Good. Then I'm going to take this opportunity to visit the people. Y/n you'll stay with Goldie.
Y/n: Alright.
Goldie: Good day your grace.
Red King: And to you as well.
Y/n: Are you two lovers?
Goldie: What!? No! What would give you such an idea?
Y/n: Maybe you owe him?
Goldie: Everything. Was it that obvious?
Y/n: I think I just notice the details. Like how your paint is very odd.
