A False Reality // dreamnotfound

Five: ~A Dinner for Two...or Five~

What could the king possibly want to speak with me for? God help me.

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Sam took George past the throne room. No one was there, the King nor his guards.

But never being the nervous type, he couldn't help but to fidget with the long dark sleeve as he walked past the empty throne room. "I- um, where are we heading?"

"The dining hall. The King suggests you haven't had a proper meal in days so he'd offered you some as a gift." Sam had a calm voice unlike Sapnap who would've killed George on the spot if it wasn't for Bad and Tommy.

He didn't realize how huge this castle was, from the outside it didn't seem this big. High ceilings, rooms on every corner. Some rooms didn't even hold anything besides a few guards sleeping on the floor while they were off duty.

It wasn't too long til Sams armor became quiet, stopping just a few feet from the long dinning table. "He's right in there." Replying to George's confused expressions.

"Um, thank you." George walked towards the table, sitting at the opposite end of the King. The table itself was maybe six to seven feet from one end to the other.

"That outfit suits you much better then the other pair of clothes you wore." The King spoke, grabbing things to eat like bread, an apple, and some rice. "Please, grab some things to eat. The servants worked hard on this meal and who would want it to go to waste."

George nodded his head in agreement once again. The food did look really good after not having a proper meal in years.

He saw the three guards around the room; Sam stood next to George, the tall blond was next to the King, and the brunette stood by the entrance of the large room. Not exactly understanding the need to have three men protecting the ruler, he chose to ignore it and grabbed an apple as well along with what looked to be chicken.

They sat in silence, the guards watching them as they ate. George couldn't help but to notice the blond who stood next to the King, staring over at him constantly. Even from under the white mask, George could tell that the knight was staring and he knew that George could tell.

George couldn't stand the silence even if he's lived with it his entire life. "May I ask you something your highness?" Looking up when asking the question, hoping all would end up being fine.

"Please, call me Eret. The formality is quiet troublesome, don't you agree." The King spoke calmly, continuing to eat what was left on his plate. "And yes you may."

It took a minute before he decided to make a remark, worried of the outcome. "Why don't the guards come to sit with us while we finish up? I mean as a nice gesture of course."

Eret looked up at George once the words came from his mouth. The guards not knowing what to do in the situation and neither did George. There was a large pause and silence filled the room once more. "Good point sir George." Looking away he stared at the other men. "Come, all three of you."

Some began to smile a bit, still unsure though if they should sit. The blond didn't delay on heading to the table, grabbing two pieces of bread and immediately sitting down two chairs from George. Does he not feed them decent meals, even with all this food?

After him, Sam and the other soon followed. "George, this is Punz."  He pointed over to the man who guarded the entrance. "You've met Sam, and the one stuffing his face already is Dream."

George couldn't help but give a slight giggle at the comment given, it was almost a dig at the guard. His face was filled with bread and cheeks were like a chipmunk when Eret made the statement, not even realizing at first that half his mask was off. George could tell Dream was glancing every few minutes in George's direction, even if the upper half of his face wasn't showing.

The five of them all sat, talked, and enjoyed their meals as it got later into the night, George being aware yet unaware that he was years and years back in the past. "Please excuse me your maj-, Eret. Please excuse me Eret, today has been very tiresome yet enjoying but I hadn't had much sleep nights prior with everything that has happened." George was stuffed from the meal and even the desserts that were later given, never being able to afford large meals back at home.

"No worries." Looking around the table, he points to one of the guards. "You. Dream show George to our nicest guest room will you." Dream didn't talk, just nodded his head as he grabbed another apple from the table. "And please, don't eat the entire table away. Leave some for the servants and other knights."

He had put the apple back and got up from the table, putting his entire mask back on to cover his face as well. "Come on." His voice was deeper compared to the others that he's heard, if not annoyed for having to take George to the room.

George got up from the table, pushing in the chair while walking away, quickly turning back to grab the apple Dream had left. "Sorry, may I have this?"

"Definitely, now night George. Hopefully you'll find your stay comfortable." Eret waved one hand slightly to the left then right, guessing it was a goodbye wave, just half-assed.

Once he made it out of view from the King, George started to run to catch up to Dream. His height made him walk much faster then anyone he's met.

Dream sat patiently by the stairs, waiting for George's appearance. "I said come on, don't make me have to wait on your ass." He leaned against the wall, both his arms and legs were crossed while blowing his dirty blond hair out from his face.

Dreams is the guard with the bitchy ass attitude. Noted.

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