𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 - DreamNotFound

𝐂𝐡.𝟗; 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

the masquerade came to a close, everyone exited the palace without a trace. George had decided to go back to his room since there wasn't much else to do.

He quickly walked through the large hallways and stairways until he reached a room with a big wooden door, two guards stood at the front of it.

As he approached, the guards moved over opening the door for him as he stepped in revealing a room filled with all shades of blue. a light blue canopy bed with translucent drapes lay in the center, a large brown bookcase stood on the side, other smaller furniture dotted the rest of the room. a large balcony surrounded by glass walls acted as a light source.

George spent most of his time in his room since there wasn't much else to do around the castle. yes, there was a library and garden that he visited from time to time but he could easily just get books from his own room and go out on the balcony if he wanted a sense of nature.

He walked over to the tall bookshelf on the side of his room, sliding his index finger over the books until he titled one towards him by the spine.

He sat on the edge of his bed as he opened it carefully, flipping through the pages.

He heard a quiet knock on the door as he closed the book with a sigh.

the door swung open with a thud "Hm?" George spun around and was greeted by one of the servants.

"Your highness." the servant did a quick bow as they continued "The king has requested me to inform you that you will need to attend a ceremony to pick a person knight for yourself."

George sighed, he had a normal knight, Callahan, however, he wasn't counted as a 'personal knight'.

Most citizens that applied to be knights were stuck up and brutes, George hated them. However, he couldn't avoid having to get one.

"Alright." He spoke a simple response, as the servant exited.

He didn't want a personal knight at all.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He doesn't want a personal knight, why not try his best to annoy the one he gets away? It seemed quite simple in his mind.

George wasn't the best at annoying others, however, he'd try his best to anyways.

He let out a small, quiet sigh to himself, as he sat up and walked towards the balcony, opening the glass door and stepping out.

When he did he was greeted by a large flower field, filled with plenty of colorful flowers, however, most of those flowers were yellow and gray to him.

In the center, he spotted a small blue flower, which quickly reminded him of the ones he received from the mystery person, he had asked a guard to place them in a vase near his bedside table.

He knew the flowers wouldn't last too long, they didn't have any dirt, and they looked picked. Of course, the water in the vase would keep them alive for a bit longer though.