The King and his merry men

[Gilgamesh]

Awakening to the world, Gilgamesh groaned as he clutched his head. The vein on his forehead was pounded so intensely it felt as if it were squishing his head like a grape. Massaging his temple, Gilgamesh looked around him to gather his sense, it was clear from the decor that he was in his master bedroom. Much to his dismay, the room was still completely trashed including the bed he currently was upon. Sitting up and dangling his feet over the bed, he let out a tired sigh. There was so much work ahead of the King, and peace of mind just seemed out of sight. Rocking his weight back and forth, Gilgamesh eventually got the strength to get onto his feet. Snapping his fingers, golden dust collected around the Golden King forming his renowned golden armor.

Exiting the master bedroom, he walked and eventually began to descend the stairs. His hand brushed the rough marble railing. One of the soldiers he had summoned earlier was waiting at the bottom of the staircase, protecting the King from any threats who would enter. How adorable. Gilgamesh passed by the guard and beckoned him to follow, “Come with me.” Making a sharp turn at the end of the hall, Gilgamesh came to his throne room.

The metal hinges creaked with rust as Gilgamesh opened the door. A wave of disgust flowed over him again as he saw the state of affairs of his precious room. However, he still confidently entered the room and took his seat on the throne. The guard immediately scampered over to the King and knelt, lowering his head. Crossing his legs, Gilgamesh smiled at how he missed being treated like the King he was.

“At ease soldier.” His command resonated through the hall, forcing the guard on his feet. “I want the Palace to be cleaned and refurbished.” Gilgamesh spoke as he took a look around the room, eventually his eyes settled on one of the rotted carcasses of the guards. “Look at that? I am supposed to rule Nippur in here?!”

The guard turned his head to meet his dead compatriots and cringed, “Of course not my liege. Do you wish me to conscript the civilians to work in your name.” Gilgamesh waved the guards suggestion off as if it was no more than tissue paper.

“It is not your place to have ideas. Your job is to listen to orders,” Gilgamesh leaned in, intimidating the guard with his intense crimson eyes. “You will advertise to the citizenry that I request them to help refurbish the palace up to my standards. Make them aware that they will be generously compensated with as much food and drink their bellies can hold.”

The guard smiled at the King, “Oh how-” Gilgamesh slammed his hands down onto his throne.

“I am not finished! Let them be fully aware that children are not allowed to work, but they are allowed to come to the palace to be fed and protected. If they also need temporary lodgings, they will find it here.” Gilgamesh let an awkward pause fill the air, looking at the cuticles of his nails. “Now I am finished.”

The guard gave the King a bow and made for his leave. Gilgamesh stopped him before he could make a step, however. “Oh and also fetch my young assassin, Victor Wolfe. I wish to speak to him. Go on then.” Gilgamesh shooed the guard out of the room and settled in his throne. He figured he would be sitting in it for a long time.