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George stepped out of the cedar wood carriage, Dream looked behind him. Cheers erupted from the crowd on both sides of red carpet. George rolled his eyes subtly and walked to the to dramatically big doors. He could already hear the loud classical music from the ballroom.
"You seem to be quite popular among the commoners."
Dream whispered as they walked down the massive hallway.
"Because I'm a king. They're just kissing my ass so I don't tax them harshly like every other king in this generation."
George spat. Dream exhaled, to stifle his laughter. They turned the corner and entered the overly decorated ballroom. Blue garland and white cloth hung from the pillars and black banners with a blue moon and white gradients decorated the upper half of the room. George scoffed, but Dream's eyes widened with curiosity. Living as a mercenary did allow him to see things he never thought he would see in a lifetime. This was one of those moments.
"Wow."
Dream mumbled. George walked up to wall and leaned on it.
"So what are we gonna do, Your Highness?"
Dream asked, playing with a glass of champagne he was handed at the entrance to the ballroom.
"I really don't want to be here."
George complained bitterly.
"Why not?"
Dream asked, hiding his concern.
"I've got a letter to write to the Parliament, I need to figure out a way to handle the food shortages, I've got so many allies that've become iffy over the last few months because of my neutrality in the whole L'manburg situation and I-"
Dream grabbed George's hand and walked to the dance floor.
"What are you doing?"
George asked. Dream chuckled. The song previously playing ended and the musicians prepared for their next song. The conductor lifted his baton, and Dream grabbed George's hand.
"Okay put your hand here."
Dream muttered, picking up George's hand and guiding it to his bicep. Dream tucked his arm under George's arm and rested his hand on George's back. George's face turned pink as he realized what was happening.
"Dream-I-Look I'm not much of a dancer, I haven't done it in ages, or at all in fact."
George panicked.
"Relax... it'll be fine."
Dream murmured. The cellos started playing quietly. Dream's grip tightened, and George's breathing kicked off. He was sweating and panicking, unsure if he would embarrass himself, Dream, or the both of them.
"Why are you so uptight? This is like, the one night where you relax."
Dream teased.
"I-I'm not uptight. I'm just worried, because of my duty as King. I never get breaks like this and... I don't want to have breaks like this. I have so many things I need to do."
George ranted.
"Well maybe you should ask other's for help. You think it's all your job to do everything and you completely ignore that the other kings have servants, and secretaries and assistants. You should consider hiring some."
Dream pointed out. He suddenly spun George, causing the brunette to yelp.
"Y-You don't understand, do you. There are people out to get me and-"
"But I'm here to protect you."
Dream said, gripping George even tighter. George was sweating and blushing profusely, he felt like he was ready to pass out. George opened his mouth to argue but couldn't even form words to shoot back.
"George, you're smart, I know you can come up with arguments on the fly. You're gorgeous, I've seen the number of letters from other royals you get just asking to be wed or to have their relatives wed. But there's one thing that only a person who has met you will know about."
Dream started. George felt his face burning.
"You don't know what you're saying."
George stammered.
"You're kind."
Dream assured. George looked away from Dream's mask.
"You're so annoying."
George whispered. The two turned and swayed. The music was at its climax. The flutes carried a gorgeous melody out.
"Listen to me, George. I know I'm come off as a bad person. I'm not going to deny that I'm a bad person. But you... you come off as a stubborn, rude person."
Dream continued.
"Thanks Dream, real kind of you."
George snapped.
"Let me finish. You gave me a chance to prove myself instead of sending me to the gallows. You hesitated to pull your knife out on me. I...George listen. I admire kindness and genuinely in a person."
Dream said getting quieter at the end of the sentence.
"You're just saying that."
George argued, struggling to hide the fact that he had been swooned by Dream's words. Dream let go of George and undid the knot and pulled off the mask running his other hand through his hair. If George wasn't in love with the man already, he was now. Dream tossed it aside and continued to dance with George. The two stayed silent until the music began to decrescendo. Dream swooped George off his feet and leaned toward the ground, their faces only inches away. The music stopped boldly. The space between the two only got thinner. Nobody was paying attention to the two. Dream repositioned his hand onto George's neck and leaned down. Their lips met hesitantly. George felt like he was in a dream, not even his own life. He opened his eyes to see Dream, with his eyes closed, with the soft blue moonlight beaming behind the blonde man. It was ethereal, to say the least. George was pushed back into reality when Dream lifted him up. George's face went pale. Everyone was paying attention. And the only look on their faces that George could translate was disgust and disappointment. He forced his way out of Dream's grip, running out the ballroom, and kept running until he reached the quiet balcony. He held his face, elbows resting on the cold marble railing. Tears, warm tears that burned against his cold skin streamed down his face. He sobbed. For the first time in a couple of years.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"
He heard a voice behind him ask.
"It's unsafe without a guard."
Darryl said from behind George. George frowned.
"I heard you had caused quite a scene in the ballroom. Are you okay?"
Darryl asked again. George shook his head.
"What happened?"
Darryl asked.
"I.."
George couldn't even figure that out himself. He heard a blade switch. Footsteps. Heavy. Loud. Footsteps.
"Thank you, Darryl, for the once, in a lifetime opportunity."
A deep voice bragged from the shadows. George turned. His eyes widened with sickening fear.
"Oh, it was a pleasure Technoblade."
Darryl leered. George backed up to the railing. Technoblade only stepped closer.
"W-What?! Darryl?!"
George shouted.
"I'm sorry George. I'm going to miss you."
Darryl teased. Technoblade muttered something under his breath and his sword suddenly gleamed a red-purple. A fan of knives came from behind the two. Darryl dodged the two knives aimed at him with panic. One knife flew past Technoblade. The other two landed right in the pig's chest. Darryl darted away to the side of the balcony, leaving a little trail of shadows where he stepped. Technoblade turned towards the source of the knives.
"Step away from him."
Dream yelled, pointing a crossbow at Technoblade. Technoblade scoffed and leaped off the balcony, leaving the two blades that had impaled his chest on the ground. Darryl glared at Dream.
"You too."
Dream fumed, bearing his teeth underneath the mask. Darryl raised his hands in defeat and his walked away from George. George ran up to Dream and hugged him. Darryl sighed and pulled out a glass bottle, drinking it's contents. Dream flinched and took out his crossbow, aiming it out the cloud of blue fog. The fog settled revealing Skeppy.
"What?"
George asked rhetorically.
"Bad told me he was going to be away for some time, and Technoblade needed an opportunity to well.. kill you. I didn't really care so I told him whatever. But... I guess he didn't know that Dream was going to be here."
Skeppy explained.
"Oh and I forgot to mention, after that he threatened to kill Bad. So I kind of had to. Sorry."
Skeppy said while shrugging. George scoffed.
"Hey, Skeppy... you don't happen to have that disc you owe me..?"
Dream asked, putting his finger on the trigger of the crossbow.
"It was a pleasure talking to you both but I forgot that I was supposed to be watching over Darryl's pet duck. Bye."
Skeppy shouted before throwing another potion to the ground, causing smoke to cloud the hallway. Dream smirked and took off his mask. They both sat near the railing.
"First of all... I'm sorry for kissing you. I didn't...I don't know why I thought it was okay."
Dream stuttered.
"It was okay. I just... I would've preferred if we did it somewhere a little more private."
George laughed. Dream blushed softly.
"And secondly... I'm sorry I didn't do my job. I knew something was going to happen here, but I didn't know when."
Dream apologized.
"Dream, it's fine. In the end, you did kick their asses. I think you proved to me that you are capable of protecting me. Not that I didn't think you weren't."
George grinned. Dream nodded. The two awkwardly sat in silence.
"Can I kiss you again?"
Dream asked. George nodded and leaned closer to Dream. He put his hand on the king's face and pecked his lips. They both pulled away and smiled.
Sapnap stared at the blue moon.
"Damn... now I kinda wish I was at the party."
He mumbled. His stomach ached for food.
The end
