God of the Dreams

Jack lighted into the room. He looked around. There, there was the bed. He drifted over to it. There laid the king. He was “untouchable”. He slept in the highest security room in the most secure castle. He had guards, so many guards. His paranoia was so high that every door would sound if even touched. The king was always safe in his room. He had to be safe; he was in charge of the whole of the world. His word was law.
All of the security however meant nothing to a god. He could go unnoticed and walk through walls. Even the best guards, if they saw him could be stopped with a nightmare. Even the best will daydream.
Javin drifted right next to the king and placed his hand on his head. It shimmered as it seemed to merge with the head. Javin smiled. He may not be the king but he could control him.