"You're a real force to be reckoned with, and I have so much respect for how you handle yourself. But for some reason... I'm the exception."
Dream x Reader/Original Character
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Dream is only twenty one when he becomes king of the realm. Alex...
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A few days went by, and I found myself sitting beside Dream and George in the gallery above the arena, observing the battling going on below between Sapnap, Alex, Karl and Rae. I'd noted that Sapnap had been right in his prediction, and Rae had been unable to beat him in full netherite. She'd come pretty damn close a few times, however, and I wondered if she'd be able to beat him more easily if she was given the time to get to know how he fought. My own record against Sapnap was in the positive, although only just, largely due to the fact that I knew his weaknesses in battle and had the wherewithal to exploit them. Physically, he was stronger than me, but most of the time I was the better fighter.
"Are we really going to sit here and watch Sapnap fighting all day?" George complained, with a dramatic sigh.
Dream rolled his eyes at the brunet in affectionate annoyance.
"You're so annoying, George. I told you you didn't have to come today. There's guards everywhere here and Punz could have sat with us."
George muttered something about not trusting anyone else to keep an eye on Dream, and that, in a nutshell, was what it really boiled down to. I smirked at George, leaning past Dream to meet his gaze.
"What was that Georgie?"
"You're mad that I'm third wheeling you two?" He responded instantly, giving me a pleasant smile.
"Please," I snorted, "We all know I'm the one third wheeling here."
"And here I thought you were the one person I could rely on to not make DNF jokes."
Dream was glancing between us with amusement.
"Are you two done?" He asked.
"I dunno your majesty," George blinked at his friend innocently. "Are we?"
"You're such an idiot," Dream shook his head.
"Oh, hey Punz," I said, suddenly noticing the chief of the army. The tall blonde's shadow loomed over us, along with those of the two guards at his sides.
"You have a visitor, your majesty," said Punz, raising one eyebrow at George.
I chuckled. Punz had obviously overhead the tail end of our conversation.
"I have a visitor?" Dream repeated. "Who?"
Punz sighed.
"It's Wilbur," he stated. "He's got Tommy with him, and several guards, I think they're of the ones from fight club."
Dream stared at Punz for a moment, before shaking his head.
"And where are they now?" He asked.
"I had the butlers show them to the drawing room. They will meet you in the throne room when you are ready."
Dream rose to his feet, and turned to look at George and I.
"Come on, you two. Lets go."
"Do you wish to be escorted, your majesty?" Asked Punz.
