"King Dream," he greets, not afraid to let a little bit of his dislike show through as the majority of guards file out of the room. There is a long table laid out in front of them, war plans and schematics thrown to the side to bring forth a map of the Antarctic Empire.
"Philza," Dream replies without missing a beat. He looks utterly unperturbed for someone who had just committed a war crime against one of his enemies.
But Phil will give him the benefit of the doubt, providing one last chance to free him before the Antarctic Empire wreaks havoc on his kingdom.
"I'm afraid there must be a mistake," he says, watching as Dream raises a brow in amusement. "I assume your guards have mistaken me for someone else? If you could just release me, I'll be on my way now."
He has half the mind to expect Dream to jump at the opportunity, accept the shred of mercy Phil has offered him as they both go on their own way fighting the war. Perhaps he'd even let the man live.
If he was lucky.
(Cover art created by @calton_box on Twitter)
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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