The King and his merry men

[Gilgamesh]

The King’s sour mood immediately shifted to a more pleasant one as the new prime immediately knew of the difference in their social status. His spiteful frown turned into an amused smirk as the prime continued to stumble over his own words. Gilgamesh wondered how long this prime would continue to stay in such a demeaning position before their King. Letting the air in the room fester with tension, he let the prime bow in silence. Yet the prime did not falter, his prostrated body continued to lay like that regardless of how much time had passed.

Letting out a laugh Gilgamesh spoke lightheartedly, “Rise my subject.” The prime before him rose, with beads of sweat dripping from his face. Wiping a tear from his eye, Gilgamesh spoke with a large smile, “You must forgive me, I was in need of a jester to raise my spirits.” His giggles dying down, Gilgamesh leaned in to get a good look at the prime’s face. The King raised an eyebrow as he could vaguely recollect this newcomer’s face, however he could not remember exactly where from.

His brows narrowed as he tried his best to remember, however he could not. Tilting his head, Gilgamesh questioned him, “What is your name, boy? Where have I seen you from?” Gilgamesh hadn’t remembered from where the prime was from, but he did remember he had many enemies from his time on the surface.

As the prime spoke, his eyes lit up with pride and a smile crawled onto his face, “My name is Erik Vrell, my liege, and I battled alongside the rightful Protector’s of Nippur many years ago!”

A loyalist? Perfect. Feigning recognition, Gilgamesh spoke with warmth in his voice, “Ah yes Erik! I remember. Come before your King and you shall be amply rewarded.” The Golden King motioned for Erik to walk up the steps to his throne. A smile broke out on Erik’s face as he rushed up the stairs before the King. At Erik reached the top of the stairs, he had noticed that he stood a little taller than the seated King. Without hesitation, Erik kneeled once more, give a great smile onto the King’s face.

Gilgamesh stood and outstretched his hand, opening a glistening portal. A sword of pure golden unsheathed itself into Gilgamesh’s hands along with a Lion shaped pin. He tapped the flat end of the blade onto both of his shoulders.

“From now on you shall be known as Nobleman Erik. This sword and pin shall be your proof of status.” Holding the sword awkwardly in his hands, Gilgamesh waited for Erik to look up and understand he was supposed to receive the sword. He coughed his throat, garnering the attention of the prime. Erik’s eyes widened as he understood what he was supposed to do. Gilgamesh handed the Nobleman his signs of status before taking a seat on his throne.

“Your assignment is to assist Victor in his mission of improving my public image. He is your superior, but you ultimately serve the crown. I am certain you will exceed my expectations.”

Erik gave the King a large smile before nodding his head, “Why of course my King.”

Gilgamesh nodded respectfully before speaking, “No go, we have a lot of work to do.” The prime quickly exited the room as a guard entered.
Gilgamesh turned his attention to the armed guard, “Yes Dave, what news do you bring me.” Dave continued to walk forward.

His voice wasn’t quite the same as he remembered, “ You have another appointment, sir.” Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, Dave getting quite close to the throne. “FOR THE GLORY OF TIAMAT!” The ‘guard’ unsheathed a sword and charged at the King. He grabbed Gilgamesh and shoved him off the throne, raising an arm to swing down upon the King. Gil grabbed his wrist, preventing him from swinging.

“My life is meaningless unless I get to spill your blood!” He screamed, as Gilgamesh struggled to keep the sword from embedding in his brain.