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the garden (lime)

In this story, George is 20 and Dream is 21. Enjoy :)

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He held out a hand and quietly closed the wooden door behind him, stopping the source of light coming from the castle's hallways.

As his bare feet stepped on the cold cobblestone path, he put his hands together, trying to warm himself a little.

He looked up to the sky, admiring the full moon as it shone right at him. It was a peaceful night, more quiet than usual.

The only noise were the tiny water drops coming from the fountain in the middle of the garden. The garden was quite small, only a few tall bushes leaning on the walls and a good amount of flowers planted all over the magical place.

No one really used the garden. It was quite old and the garden being on the less crowded part of the castle didn't help much eighter. That meant he had it all to himself.

Prince George remembered the first time he spotted the garden very well. He completely fell in love with the whole place.

He would sit there all night, listening to the sweet sound of wind, the wind dancing against his pale skin in gentle motions.
He would sit there all night, telling the bugs every single thing that has happened that day, spilling his emotions as if the bugs actually cared.
He would sit there, on the wet grass, shivering, wishing he was just a normal kid with less money but a better life.

He wished he felt actually alive.

As he, once again, laid down to the freezing cold grass, he let out a scoff, thinking about how embarassing it would be if someone found him like this.

He lay his hands on his stomach, locking his fingers together.
Thoughts started flooding his head, not giving him a break.

His life was so boring. His parents wouldn't even let him outside of the castle most of the time, so he had zero friends. They would always yell at him, clearly disappointed with the way their only son turned out. He wasn't perfect, obviously, but his parents just couldn't stand that. They wanted an intelligent, courageous and a confident son who would later become the king, but sadly, George felt like he was just the opposite.

He hated being forced to train and fight, he hated laying in books for 6 hours a day, learning literal bullshit. He wanted to live. He wanted to be able to go to the town and hang out with his (non-existent) friends. He wanted caring parents who would love him just the way he is. He wanted to travel and explore the surrounding villagesand kingdoms. But he couldn't.

He wanted.. to be loved? Someone to hold him, someone to tell him it's gonna be okay. Someone to appreciate him as a person, to completely overlook the fact that he was a prince.

He was 20 and he was soon to be getting married, probably to someone he doesn't even know. And he couldn't do anything about it.

Even though some people would die for it, in George's opinion, royal life sucked.

He would rather work on a farm all day than sit around all day, bored to death.

"Thinking much?" A raspy voice spoke up behing him.

George gasped, turning his head to look at the man standing behind him.

He was wearing leather shoes with light brown pants, and a dark green cloak was covering the upper half of his body.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He said shakily. He would lie if he said that he wasn't a little scared.

Through the pitch black, he couldn't see much, but he managed to look up at the stranger, noticing that a white, porcelan mask with a smile painted over it was sitting on the man's face.