Red Marble - DNF

A Mask of My Own Face

A Mask of my Own Face...I'd wear that.

George POV;

I'm getting sick of everyone dying.

We're in the middle of a war; I get that. I'm king, I understand that there will be casualties, especially with the people surrounding me. But, my knights, my guards, my soldiers. My people. They're all dying, and I can't stop it. The people aren't happy, they hate me.

I'm a shit king.

But I don't have time to cry about it, I have things to do today.

I get out of my bed, and glace into the mirror. I look abnormally good today, maybe it's the glow from waking up so early. I've been up hours in anticipation for today. Nothing monumental, I'm just meeting my new guard. After the last assassination attempt by an enemy that goes by the name...Technoblade...my security has been upped.  

I haven't met the new guard yet, but my advisor and close friend, Sapnap, has informed me that he's quite interesting.  

"Stoic, quiet, serious. He's a weird one. And...he's got a mask."

Yes, I've been told he's an odd one. But I've also been told he's the best of the best when it comes to fighting, and I've not been in the mood to die recently. I've been far too busy for that.

I dress myself, which is an uncommon thing for a king to do for himself, but I don't like other people touching me. I consider myself to be non-traditional, but no one else complains about it. 

I exit my chamber to meet Sapnap waiting outside of my door. "Sir, he's here."

"Oh, this early? I thought he'd get here far later. Have you greeted him yet?" I mumble, and Sapnap nods as he starts down the long hall, leading to the marble foyer. 

"I haven't greeted him yet, no. Eret has though, I think he's with him right now." He says, quickly. He seems nervous.

"You alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. It's just that mask. I don't like that I don't know what he looks like." He says, visibly uncomfortable at the thought. 

"Oh, don't be dramatic, you're just too curious for your own good." I say, brushing off his comment. It will be odd not knowing what he looks like, but as long as he'll keep me safe I won't complain. 

Well, that might be a lie. 

We get to the foyer, and I see who I can only assume to be my new guard, facing the other direction, speaking to Eret, a duke. 

I clear my throat loudly, and he turns around.

He's dressed interestingly, more like how'd I expect a high-class criminal to dress than a high-ranking guard. Black boots, black pants with many pockets, a black shirt, a black leather jacket with leather fingerless gloves to match, and a dark green cloak with an arrow holder strapped around him. 

And how could I miss it, a mask.

It's almost eerie. A white circle with cracks in it, but not enough to see through. And the face...it's a smiley face, but something about it seems off. Maybe it's the black bleeding from where it's supposed to be, creating a ghostly face. 

"Hello...guard." I try to sound confident, but he's intimidating. He's tall, to top everything off. 

"Hello, King." He says. His voice is low, and contradicts how he looks. It's deathly calm, which would usually be scary, but something about his voice is comforting. 

"Call me George, please. I feel that you and I are going to spend a lot of time together, you don't always have to be serious."

"You can call me Dream."