the arms i fall in - [ᴅɴғ]

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floris couldn't look him into the eyes, either. those bright, shiny emerald eyes that lit up like the daylight. they lost all color in the moment he spat out those dangerous words.

he stayed silent, firmly pressing his lips together.

"i know i've screwed up, floris," his voice was gentle but there was no hint of consolation in his words. he was leaving, wasn't he? he knew it all too well.
"i understand if you can't.." he paused, taking in a shaky inhale.

"forgive me, i'll wait for you, my love, i'm sorry,"
"dream-"
he'd already closed the window slowly and without another word.

floris stared through the window, watching his dearest walk over to his bed, not giving another glance.

he sighed, shaking his head. he was the only one he wanted. it was the first of his happiness in such a long period of time. now he was basically being given away? he found it illogical. there was no point.

he trodded carefully on his brick roof, watching each step, trying not to think about their current situation.

why was he the only one he could think of?

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Dearest,

            Each hour is already growing wearier without you by my side. I miss you wholeheartedly. Please come back to me. I wish to bethroth no one but you, but that's not a choice for me.
            I wish I could call you mine again. I wish I didn't have to agree to this. I'd run with you, if only I had the option.
           Please know that I love you no matter what they tell me to do, Floris.

                                                    Yours.

he folded the letter, knowing he'd ask the messenger to mail it later that day. he looked through every letter he'd been sent from the person he loved so dearly.

"one day we will run through fields of flowers with each others' hand in clasp."

"floris," he whispered. he could feel his eyes starting to well, his hands almost trembling as he held the letter in his hand.

"dream, we have guests."

he sighed. he dried his eyes, getting up from his spot on the floor. he fixed his hair, not wanting to leave his room. not wanting to leave the one place where he could wallow without having every set of eyes in the room on him.

he swung open the tall door, stepping out and making his way to the dining area.

he was greeted by his father and another family already sat down at their table.

his father sat at one end of the table. the other end sat a regal woman, her hair tied in a bun, her dress a pure blinding white that flowed past her feet.

there was one more that caught his eye.

his eyes were a warm and welcoming shade of brown. his hair was soft and neat, the same autumn type of brown as his mothers'. his posture was timid, his back slightly slouched with his arms between his legs.

he didn't know what it was about him that pulled him in. his aura, whatever it was to be addressed as, just attracted him. there was a different thing about this boy. he made him feel home, even though he was nothing but a stranger.

"dream, this is the royal family of angeles. greet them, if you will," his father grinned slightly.

he couldn't find the anger to be bitter. not with the boy around. how could one stay mad at such a person as he?

"hello," he gave a slight bow, meeting the eyes of the boy.

he expected some show of affection, at the least. he seemingly glared at him, not looking pleased to be there. he took a deep breath and looked away.

he backed up a bit, confused by his actions, not questioning it.

"give a welcome to george. this is the one whom you will wed."

oh.

it explained the entirety of his attitude. he suddenly didn't feel too excited to be there, either. something in his stomach rolled. he felt sick just standing there.

his attraction quickly slowed. he realized he already had someone. he was supposed to hate him, wasn't he? for floris?

he took his seat, sitting a seat away from his father.

it was almost an impossible task. those brown eyes alone were enough of an apology for him. the feeling didn't seem mutual, though. judging by the way he gave him these sick glances, looking at him as if he were his executor. his eyes were tiny daggers, each hitting his skin painfully.

he hadn't even said a word and he already felt hatred coming from him. he didn't like him. he would feel the same towards him if only it weren't for those gorgeous brown eyes. why was he being so difficult with himself?

the boy wouldn't even look at his mother for any longer than a few seconds. he picked at his food slightly, staying painfully silent.

something told him that this whole ordeal wasn't entirely for the kingdom's safety.

meriam folded his hands and rested his chin on them. "please prepare," he started. "we will hold the ball before the day of your wedding, the winter solstice."

the queen nodded her head. "thank you, my lord."

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three days.

his chest burned with anxiety and a sort of spite building up in him. he hated how he was pushed imtl this. he was his own person, yet his mother couldn't even understand that.

why? why was he supposed to give into her actions?

he refused to bethroth one whom he didn't even know the voice of.