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ze was in desperate need of money, he had looked over 20 jobs, and he applied to about 5, but he was "too passive aggressive" or 'too rough".
every single one told him he should go work at the castle as a royal knight or something. did ze want too? no, but it promised free training, and the pay itself made his pupils turn into money signs.
begrudgingly, ze dragged himself to that fancy fucking castle. if he was lucky, the king would see some use in him. ze had hopes for it, he wasnt weak by any means or at least he thinks. maybe he is weak to actually the royal guard training.
yeah, he did some mock make up shit with his dad for royal guard training, and he went to some camp for it when he was like 13, but he wasnt that big in it. his dad was, yeah. people say being a guard runs in the family.
ze refused to believe they were right, even now! while he was signing his soul away to this fucking castle. it wasnt doing for honor, no, not at all. he was doing it for money and money alone. he didnt MEAN to rank so high, these guys just sucked, okay?
and he surely didnt mean to be a PERSONAL fucking guard to a suck up fucking prince and- and a mute jester!
well, half of it was true. that being he didnt mean to be a personal guard but he did find some honor in being a royal guard, his dad would be proud. he would have to send him a letter later about it. ze shock his head slightly, only to be scolded by the person fitting his armor.
ze huffed a sorry, staying still. being a personal guard meant more pay and he would have a room to himself within the castle walls. he could even rank a bit higher than a normal royal guard!
ze didnt care about the royal family. he hadnt even seen what the guy even looked like, he really wondered why a guy who seemed to never go outside he needed a personal guard. he knew the royal family had lost a royal a few years ago, and he remembered how much it changed the much younger regect. the teen regect used to be out, ze used to have dreams to meet the prince so he could flex on mason - which he would be doing still - but as he got older, he just thought the guy became stuck up, maybe it was that his brother was gone and the throne was 100% his one now. ze didnt care really, he would be making money from this.
ze felt odd with all the armor on him, it was heavy, like his jacket was, but he wasnt used to in it his legs.. and god, the fancy shit he had to do for weeks straight? how to stand, how to hold his sword friendly, blah blah. it was stupid.
finally, ze was meeting the prince today, being guided one of regects maids.
'so.. uh.. how is the prince?' ze asked, glancing around the halls that cost more than his whole home. 'the highness is.. something.' the maid replied, 'im sure you two will get along..' she mumbled softly, she stopped infront of a door, 'this will be your room, my sir,' ze almost wanted to just tell her to call him ze, but he supposed she had too. 'and the room across is the jester's.' she pointed, ze looked over as she did so.
the door to his own room was a fancy plain, while the jesters door was painted in dull yellows, greens and a small hint of dark blue, the door knob was painted a bright red. ze soon looked ahead, there was a much bigger, fancier door. it was pitch black only having beautiful wood carvings in it, painted with gold so you could see them. 'and as you have noticed, that is the room to prince regect.' she walked forward, beckoning ze over.
'your highness?' she cracked the door open, ze noticed how much forced she put into it to even open the damn thing, 'your person guard is here.' ze stayed quiet, peeking in.
ze was shocked to see the room was somewhat of a mess, he didnt think princes could be allowed to be messy, it remindered ze this guy was a human. somewhat. or whatever. ze picked up on an angry huff, 'oh, god damnit. i thought i told him i didnt want another one!' the prince sat up from his bed, ze held down a small snicker at the angry prince. 'im well aware, your highness, i did everything i could to convince him you didnt want one.' she gave a small bow in respond, before moving back to let regect see ze, who gave a small wave.
'did i get ANOTHER mute one?'
'sorry, when did waving make me mute?' ze shot back, the maid cut in before anything else, 'you two will get along well!' she smiled, before leaving. regect sighed. laying back down in his bed, ze looked around the room while the door slowly started to close, ze soon just pulled it the rest of the way closed. the door was heavy. 'why the fuck is this door so heavy?'
'i dont fucking know??' regect snapped back. 'whatever dude, so like, you are a personal guard to me and my jester - moe!' regect explained, getting off the bed as he walked over to ze. 'you know morse code, in honks right?' regect tilted his non existance head, 'i know some morse code?.. i dont know if i can understand it in honks.' ze was a bit confused, why did he need to know that? 'great! you can start learning that, like, tomorrow or something, dude.' ze hummed, 'alright..?'
ze spent some time listening to his "boss" rant about shit he didnt really care about, it was nice to listen thought. so, he did. the only thing he really picked up on was the food times, and he didnt have to wear the armor all the time, that sounded great to ze because it was uncomfy as fuck. now, he laid in his new bed, staring at the ceiling. his room was big as hell, not as big ass regects but it was big, compared to what he was used too, at least.
ze sighed, rolling onto his side and facing the wall. he forced his eyes shut and let sleep take its hold. he knew he would have to be ready for a shit load of stupid bullshit he doubted that be usefully anywhere else in the world.
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ze had been woken up by the maid again, he should really learn her name at some point, the maid felt rude to call her, but whatever. thank god he brought most of his shit to the castle already while he was doing training. he would rather be catch dead then wear some fancy bullshit, it looked good on some, dont get him wrong, like regect, it looked stunning on him. but on ze? god no. it just wouldnt fit for him.
he got dressed, then opened one of the two doors in his admittedly bare room, he would have time to get less bare, but that wasnt his problem right now, it was 8am, he thankfully, got the guess right and found his bathroom. once in his bathroom, he took his morning piss, washed his hands, then his face. once done, he brushed his teeth, then he rotted in his bed until the maid dragged him to the dining room.
there sat regect and the jester, moe. he noticed that moes makeup and hair looked a bit messy, they would be working together, the least he could was offer to help her with it. not that he thought she looked ugly, he wasnt that kind of guy, he just didnt want her to feel bad in her skin. he sat down next to moe.
ze blunk in respond when she started.. honking at him. it suddenly clicked in his head she was the reason he needed to know honk morse code. now, his mind was questioning how she even got this job? was it out of pity? he looked down at his plate of food while moe honked away in his ear.
'thats right moe! he is our new personal guard. im exicted too. we can teach him to understand you later tonight, yeah? try to not honk his ear off before then, after he can understand you, make his ears bleed or something.' regect waved his hand, fork still in hand the hand he was waving, it still had food on it..
'one, we can start doing it after breakfast, i want to understand my co worker, two, i do not agree to have my ears talked off until they bleed, and three, you are gonna make a mess.' ze pointed out, pushing his plate forward as he put his arms on the table, putting his weight on them.
regect scoffed, 'i am NOT going to make a mess, thank you.' regect waved his fork again, and this time, it caused the food to fall off and onto the table. 'ah fuck.'
regects face, even the two couldnt see, light up with blush while both ze and moe giggled at him. he looked away from the two. 'both of you eat your damn food.'
after a.. okay breakfast, it wasnt bad, the food was amazing thought, ze wont lie, but it was a bit weird to sit there with two.. friends? he thinks those two are friends, and if they arent who is he to judge? no matter that, he was sat next to regect on his bed with a burrowed notebook from moe while he learned the morse code for each honk. it wasnt as bad as he thought it would, it was time consuming, yeah, but he could mange.
once ze had a good understanding, he spent some time talking to moe, moe was sweet, she really just wanted to make people happy, but her muteness got in the way of it, there was no jest in a jester that couldnt speak, ze hated that was true, but he was glad regect had taken her in for it.
'hey, moe?' he looked up from his note book with all the honks and morse code one man could ever need, moe honked in respond, a simple yes as she looked over. 'do you need help with your makeup and hair? it looks a bit..' moe cut him off with a few honk 'messy? i know! no one understands me but you and regect, hiding help is impossible!' she explained, ze lips morphed into a small smile, one he hadnt used in years. 'i can help you.' it wasnt rough, it wasnt his usually toughness he held, it was soft, cared filled. ze wasnt heartless and he wanted moe to look her best at all times.
he had went with moe to her room, it was messy, he wasnt shocked about it, but it was messy in a fun way, he had all things of things for acts when she did have to jester around, she was more like a clown he supposed, but if she wanted to say she was a jester, he would just have to let her. ze sat her sat, taking her hat off and two messy braids out.
'would you like me to make your ribbons into bows?' ze asked, moe nodded happily, a big smile on her face. ze gently brushed her hair out, it was reminding him about how his mother would do his hair before he came out, he remember her humming a song, not any he knew and he doubted it was a real song, but his moms. ze didnt feel like he was being a dad, gods no, but it made him think of his mom. it was.. sweet. he sighed.
he twisted her hair back into her two braids, tying the ribbons into bows. 'you know, your hair is very soft. you should let it out of the braids on every now and then..' ze smiled at her, mvoing his chair to sit next to her, moe smiled at herself in her vanity mirror before grabbing her horn and honk many many thanks to ze, soon jumping him in a hug. ze wasnt huge on touch, but he hugged back. he felt like a plushie in a way. her bigger body made her feel great to hug.
ze very quickly pushed his thoughts about cuddling her and being a little spoon in her arms away, he hardly knew her. he cannot get attached to her easily. ze soon pulled away. 'ill do your makeup in the morning, yeah?' he rose from his chair. 'that sounds good! i cant wait!!' she honked, ze smiled in respond before he hurried off to his room.
he was quick, to get into pjs, wash his face, brush his teeth. he didnt do much of what his job was, and he was getting the idea he wouldnt be. he sighed, flicking his bathroom light as he walked over to his bed, taking his bandana off and lazily tossing it on his bed frame, he fall right into the comfy thing. nesting up in the blankets.
he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him. as he drifted away into a peacefully sleep, it clicked in his mind subconsciously that this wouldnt be as awful as he thought it be.