(There's no romantic relationships in here, just background info)
George paced the hallways impatiently, brainstorming.
"Your Majesty, I don't think you need to worry about them. They obviously weren't taking it seriously."
Nick tried recommending.
"Technoblade never takes anything 'seriously'. And I'm not worrying. About anything."
George shot back, pointing a finger defensively. Nick put one hand up in defeat while eating with his other.
"Hey if it makes you feel better, I'm the best knight from where I come from, and we're a military based village."
Nick added. George rolled his eyes.
"But you're too care-free."
George mumbled.
"Am not!"
Nick shouted. George glared at him.
"Er...Your Majesty, I am not 'carefree', nor am I reckless, naive, or destructive."
Nick claimed. George chuckled.
"Of course. My apologies. You're a buffoon."
George teased. Nick sighed, and stood up. Frustration boiled deeper within but at least they were both having some fun.
"Whatever, I'm going to go find some more food. You want anything?"
Nick asked. After hearing no reply he left, only listening to the sound of his footsteps on the cobblestone floor, and the quiet scratching of a quill on paper.
George held his pounding temples, and let out an exhausted sigh.
"This paper is nowhere close to being sent to the Parliament."
George whined. He balled up the paper and threw it at the wall. It had been hours since he saw any human life, the sky once a bright blue, had been painted with a dark navy and dotted with gleaming stars. He sat on his bed, feeling his body sink into the mattress.
"Your Majesty... I could perhaps give you an offer that might be in your best interest."
A voice called out from the shadow. George jumped up, and snaked his hand to his leather boot, feeling around for the silver blade. The figure jumped from the air duct, holding onto the metal bar, then letting himself down, gracefully.
"Who the hell are you?"
George whisper-yelled, hand hovering over the jeweled dagger tied to his boot.
"Me? That doesn't matter. I overheard a conversation between you and your guard. You're insecure about your safety?"
The man asked, his dark blonde hair shimmered in the candle light.
"Absolutely not. I know that Nick can protect me just as well as I can protect myse-"
The man brought a knife up to George's neck.
"And it seems you can barely protect yourself, meaning your guard is just as useless as that dagger."
The man motioned towards George's feet.
"Okay... what's your offer?"
George whispered.
"My name's Dream. I was sent by Technoblade, but I think serving you would be a whole lot more fun than slitting your throat."
Dream explained. George scoffed.
"Fine, put the knife away."
George said. Dream pulled the knife away, and dramatically spun it before putting it in a sheath.
"You won't regret this."
Dream cheered, before he backed towards the window, opened it, and jumped out. George ran towards the flowing curtains and looked down. Dream had miraculously survived but he was nowhere in sight. George let out at scoff in surprise before laying down.
"George. George! Who the hell is this?!"
Nick shouted. George groaned and sat up. Nick was holding Dream by the collar. Dream was smirking.
"Morning princess."
Dream teased. George's face scrunched in disgust.
"He's my new guard. Or so I hope. He showed up, said something about being paid by Technoblade. I don't... can we talk outside?"
George started. Nick nodded. They both walked outside and shut the door. George peered through the window on the door, watching Dream sit down on the bed. He pulled out an apple and started cutting it. George frowned.
"NOT ON MY BED!"
George shouted, face inches away from the glass. Dream stuck out his tongue and walked to the chair.
"So..what?"
Nick said quietly.
"He just showed up last night. He said he'd rather protect me than kill me. He was already paid by Technoblade. I don't really trust him."
George whispered, fidgeting with his blouse.
"But why did you agree?"
Nick asked.
"Well.. I mean he kinda had a knife up to my throat."
George responded.
"What a dick... listen there's a ball tonight hosted by Darryl. Expenses paid by Zac. You've got to be there. Here's the invite, and everything. I need to go to the dining hall."
Nick said, before walking away looking at George with sympathy. George stared at the paper.
Greetings King George, I'm hosting a ball in honor of the rare Blue Moon. It's almost a once in a life time event and I would be delighted to have you come. I hope to see you there.
7:30
- Duke Darryl
George sighed. He pushed the door open and stared at Dream.
"Listen... Dream. We have a ball to attend. I'm going to be transparent with you I don't trust a single thing you say. I hope you understand... I don't mean to be paranoid. But the mask, the sudden appearance, the fact the you were paid by Technoblade."
George tried explaining, with a soft tone. Dream smirked.
"I understand, Your Majesty, I hope to prove myself tonight."
Dream reassured. George glared at him.
"We'll see."
to be continued
(Also my new book is out)
