Shrek walked into the arena of the unfamiliar palace with Donkey. He was fed up with all of Donkey's shit. First the annoying little ass insists on coming with him then continues to nag Shrek the whole way.
After Donkey finished his whole shenanigan with the choir boys the iconic duo followed the mascot boy through a archway right into an arena.
There seemed to be a competition happening between the bravest knights of the kingdom. A man, who seemed to be the king, was giving a speech to the group of armored men.
"I am in need of a strong man." The king proclaimed. "There is a princess by the name of Fiona in need of rescue. One of you must go to her palace prison and collect her for me." He continued.
Shrek took a minute to study the man more closely. He had shoulder length silky black hair. Every time he moved his head the light seemed to reflect right off of his cascading locks. His eyes were a gentle blue but you could see the hardened strength behind them that could only be formed from years of battle.
This, Shrek thought to himself, This is a man.
The man then lifted his eyes from the row of soldiers and met the ogres eyes. Shrek could feel his breath hitch. The kings eyes filled with lust for a mere second, but in a blink of an eye, it was gone.
"It that... an ogre!" The man laughed heartily.
"So you must be Lord Farquaad" Shrek said huskily with his accent. The Lords eyes flashed with an unknown emotion at the sound of the green mans voice.
"I have come to get my swamp back." Shrek smirks as the soldiers turn to face him with raised weapons.
* * *
Shrek sat on the barstool with a mug of ale in hand celebrating his success. He heard the barstool next to him being pulled out. He turned to see the handsome King himself.
The king ordered a ale before turning to Shrek and clearing his throat.
"I don't believe we've been properly introduced." The King said. "My name is Lord Farquaad but you can call me whatever you like." The Handsome Lord stated with a flirtatious wink.
Shrek felt his cheeks heat up and he said in a gruff voice "The names Shrek."
"Why don't we take this conversation somewhere a little more... private." The Lord offered.
Shrek smirked. "I like the sound of that"
* * *
Shrek wakes up the following morning to find the King gone from his bed. He wondered if everything that happened the night before was a dream.
As Shrek packed his bags to leave on the dangerous quest he catches the King's eye. The King gives Shrek a subtle wink. Shrek swaggers over to Lord Farquaad.
The ogre leaned down and whispered into the small mans ear.
"You're my swamp now"
