Dream Team Oneshots

The Knight's King (DreamNotFound) [2]

George's brain felt like it was falling apart. "I-um. Your question?"

"Will you allow me to spar with you?" The king asked, gesturing to the sword that rested against his side. "It's been a while since I've been able to practice. It would be wonderful to get to practice again with my best knight."

The way the king said the end of his sentence made George's eyes widen the slightest bit, sending a shiver down his spine. He truly did not understand the way the king spoke about him, as if he were... proud? Admiring him? Whatever it was, it was... a lot. George swallowed down the lump that started to form in his throat, and forced himself to nod.

"Alright. I... don't see why not, sire."

"Dream," the king corrected him, and George slowly nodded again, leading the king to an empty spot on the kingdom's training field. They were further away from the other knights, definitely out of ear shot. This way George wouldn't have to disrespect the king anymore by calling him by a different name.

"Don't go easy on me now, George," the king's face was bright as he drew his sword from its sheath on his hip. "I know you're strong, but I can take you."

George nodded, drawing his own sword out of its sheath and taking a defensive stance. "Whenever you're ready, sire."

There was a sudden flash of movement, the king giving no warning at all before he lunged towards his knight. He was fast, but George's instincts were far faster. He had already raised his own sword to block the kings blow, holding steady and pushing back against him. The king was certainly strong, but so was he.

"It's Dream, George." The king said as he pushed against George's block.

"We're out of earshot of the other knights," George pointed out, twisting his sword out of the block and attempting to throw the king off. It didn't work, and the king met George's attempt to strike with his own block, a grin on his lips as George huffed.

"I know," he said simply, leaving George feeling confused before he started right back up in the fight. Swords clashed over and over, lunging and blocking in a steady rhythm they couldn't seem to break. They fought hard, hot sun bearing down on them harshly as they fought. In the end it was George who won the duel, a swift move with his sword disarming the king and sending his weapon flying a few feet away. The edge of George's blade found itself directly in front of the kings throat, a wicked grin gracing his lips.

George stood still for a moment, panting heavily before it hit him that he was still pointing a blade to the kings throat. George nearly dropped his sword entirely, pulling it back to his side and bowing sharply. "I sincerely apologize, I-"

The king-Dream?-laughed sharply, gently taking hold of George by the shoulder to pull him back up straight. "What are you apologizing for? Winning? I told you not to go easy on me."

George swallowed thickly, looking down at the kings hand that rested on his shoulder so gently. His cheeks reddened, bowing his head to look at his feet. "I-well, si-Dream... I do not wish to come across... disrespectful."

"Please," the king sighed, squeezing the spot he held on George's shoulder reassuringly. "You do not come across that way at all, George."

There was a moment of silence that drifted between them. George glanced up to meet the King's eyes only to find him gazing off with a faraway look, his bottom lip worried between his teeth. When he met George's eyes again suddenly George felt his cheeks burn again, lowering his gaze slightly in respect.

"May I confide in you, George?"

George nodded his head slowly, raising his eyes to find the kings own eyes staring deeply into his own. The gaze pinned him into place, keeping him from moving even the slightest bit. George drew in a shuddering breath.