The King's Dream

Dream is assigned to Prince George as his personal guard, but immediately hates the way George thinks so little of his royal title. Meanwhile, George struggles with his own emotions and is terrified of becoming King because nobody believes that he can lead. He pushes people away and doesn't want to let anyone get close to him because the last time he did, he was left heartbroken, but he slowly finds himself thinking about Dream more and more.

George grew stiff, not wanting to address the situation earlier. He scoffed. "What is this, a costume party?"

"No," the man spoke. "I just don't ever take the mask off. Not even for you."

"Is that any way to talk to a prince?" He glared.

"You're just another employer, don't think that means you have my respect."

They had barely met for a minute and he was already getting under George's skin. He clenched his fists hard, digging his nails into his palms, trying to stop a possible overheated first conversation.

"Well, at least tell me your name"

"Dream. You can call me Dream."