My Servant In Shining Armor ┃DNF ┃ Dream x George

Who are You?

If Dream were an enemy, he would have acted already, right?

"Okay. I agree. On one condition, you must stand far away from me. No weapons on you."

George's eyes sprinted over to Dream's pocket. He knew the knife Dream carryed resided in his pocket.

Dream's eyes flashed onto his own pockets. He moved his hand slowly away from his chest and towards his pants. His hand breached his pocket.

George flinched at the movement, scurrying away further down the hall.

Dream dug in his pocket for what felt like ages. He finally removed his hand to reveal a worn wooden knife. He quickly tossed it aside without hesitation.

Dream wanted to show George that he was serious about talking to him.

"Now I have nothing on me. Can we talk?"

George glared at the knife resting on the stone floor. He quickly focused his vision back on the man in front of him.

"Yes, we can. However, I'll be asking the questions."

George grasped his sword's handle. With a heave, he revealed the silver blade outside of its sheath. He traced on the ground, lining the point up with the cracks in the brick. He lifted the blade into the air. Finally, he lowered the blade onto Dream's neck. The point shivering against Dream's heavy breathing and movements. Too dull to pierce the skin with a simple touch, yet sharp enough to kill a man with a single thrust.

"If you make one wrong move,"

George scratched Dream's throat, dancing along his adam's apple.

"I don't think I need to finish the rest," George smirked, taking pride in his commands against the stronger man.

Dream swallowed hard, just enough for the blade to breach the first delicate layer of skin, not deep enough to draw red.

"Now Dream. Tell me everything you know about my mother."

Dream gazed into George's mocha eyes. Despite the tough act, Dream could peer through and see a scared little boy. Dream was in control, whether George realized it or not.

"Your mother owned Heaven. I was a traveler, wandering through the kingdom looking for work so I could survive the harsh winter. An older man in dazzling silver approached me. He observed my build and told me my stature was just what the knights of Wisteria needed. I tried to explain my situation, that I was a traveler. I needed not to join the kingdom but to find temporary work. He insisted that I at least attended the training seminars. I reluctantly agreed. At the first seminar, I noticed a woman inspecting all the men in attendance. She gazed deep into my soul. Something must have sparked in her mind. She walked down from her regal throne, her white dress flowing in the wind like an angel's cape. She approached me amidst the crowd. Every man parted for her. I didn't. I stood tall and faced her as I had no idea of her true identity. After all, I was a traveler. She studied me up and down, then made a single statement that changed my life forever. She spoke, "You are now my stable boy." The crowd laughed in my direction. I stood to myself, wondering who the woman even was. I asked her for her name. She shook her head and endearingly laughed at me. "I am your queen. Bow for me stable boy," is what she said to me. Before I knew it, I was no longer becoming a knight. Now, I worked full time in a horse stable. I lived in those landscapes. She had a shack made for me and everything. Some days, I was itching for proper shelter and company. However, over time I became accustomed to my living conditions. Lily would come outside every so often to take Heaven for a ride. She didn't know, but when she left, I rode Heaven around. My life was simple. She taught me everything I need to know. Subconsciously, I find myself carrying myself with the same confidence she did. I needed nor wanted anything more than I already had. However, one day Lily came outside to greet Heaven and me. She attired in a grey skin tone. Her hair looked brittle and dead. Her sparkle that shone was now dull in the air. I was devasted to see her so out of her element. I was worried for her, but I chose not to ask questions as I was just a stable boy, nothing more. After her session with Heaven, she turned to me and spoke the last words I ever heard from her. "Dream. One day you'll be greeted with a choice. Follow your heart, not your mind." She left with a wink and a sad gaze. I had no idea what she meant. I still don't. That's the last time I saw your mother. Apparently, people had no idea I even existed. No one ever came outside again. It was just Heaven and me. I was too scared to return to the kingdom. So, I waited. I guess it worked because now I'm here with you."

Dream smiled a toothy grin at George to finish his story.

George lowered his sword from Dream's throat. A purple mark made an appearance on Dream's neck.

"That's it? That's the only connection you had with her?" George murmured, slightly embarrassed and shocked.

"That's it."

"Why would she keep you and Heaven a secret from me?" George quizzed, tears visible in his eyes.

"Listen, George. Your mother was always very whimsical. Even I never knew what she was thinking. I mean, that last line she said to me keeps me up every night! There are some things we will never know. Maybe she didn't tell you because she wanted you to discover us on your own."

George sniffed his emotions back into his heart.

"I guess."

"Am I safe now?" Dream laughed caringly.

George gave a half-hearted smile.

"I guess you are, Dream. For now." George said with a puny menacing glare that Dream couldn't help but laugh at.

Feeling guilty for the miscommunication, Dream led George down the same path they scurried up only a few hours ago.

After trespassing through the entrance, they both breathed in a fresh wave of misty air.

Dream and George sprinted to Heaven playfully, basking in each other's presence.

Mounting Heaven, the pair rode through the terrain together. Navigating sharp turns, exploring beaches, and finally stopping at their final destination, the two sat together.

"Hey, Dream. This is where we went star gazing that one time. Wanna try again?"

Dream nodded to George, accepting his suggestion.

Dream sat with his legs crossed in the grass. George sat next to Dream in the same manner.

Streaks of white and gold flashed through the night sky. Stars winked at the pair. The moon sang sweet serenades to the planets that ran around the Earth.

"Dream look! A meteor shower!"

Dream didn't have the heart to tell George that he had seen a meteor shower before. Instead, he gaped with George, acting like this was his first show.

Stargazing comforted George like sweet lullabies after his long day. His eyelids felt heavier than he had remembered. His body weakened under the fatigue plaguing him. Unable to control his exhaustion, his head slumped into Dream's lap. His soft breaths slowed to a steady pace. George slept deeply under the stars.

Dream felt no longer as if the stars were in the sky, instead, as if they were on George's face. He couldn't help but study all of his features, each one more perfect than the last.

Running his hands through George's mocha hair, he thought out loud.

"Oh, George. I know how much you miss your mother. You can rely on me instead. I'll be your night and day. I'll make sure you never have to do a day's work." Dream said, a sly smile conquering his face.

"George, I can make your life easy. I can relieve your pain. I'll make it all go away."

Dream dug in his other pocket to reveal a second knife he had hidden.

He unveiled the blade—the portrait above weeping in the reflection of the silver.

He traced the blade along George's tender neck, touching every area Dream had formerly observed.

"Only a swipe. It could all be over."

Dream frowned as his reflection mirrored his twisted smile that was creeping across his face.

He let his emotions overtake him. Out of fear of himself, he threw the blade further than he had ever thrown before. It was now lost in the swaying grass.

He focused his attention on the sky above him. A single star shot across the sky. Its flowy white trail reminded him of her. He spoke into the sky.

"You knew all along, didn't you?"