Royally Upset

The "Engagement" Ball

Dream sat on the balcony to his room, staring out over the bland garden of all coloured roses under him. He smiled and remembered when George had showed his garden off, how natural the boy seemed, moving freely and without hesitation, moving as he navigated through the garden as if it were muscle memory. He moved as swiftly through the garden as a bird would through air.

There were so many flowers and plants and herbs, all of which he knew how to use. Dream remembered cuddling with Sapnap as they watched George moved about his large garden, picking up herbs and flowers, planting a few seeds there and there, watering some dehydrated plants, and uprooting some weeds. Sapnap would lay in Dreams lap as the masked man would run his hands through the tired males hair- Sapnap would also rant to him about something his father had done earlier that day or week while he did this- and occasionally braiding longer bits of hair.

He could remember the way the sun fell across their faces, even if Sapnaps was more shadows since they would sit under a large tree. He could pretty much hear the song George would hum as he worked. He remembered how him or Sapnap would say something flirty towards the older and a beautiful blush would spread over the colorblind males face.  He would also tease George for not knowing what color some things were but somehow always picked up the right herb or plant he needed. 

Sapnap would smack Dreams arm lightly when the masked male would tease him but laugh along with the joke. Dream frowned as he realized how close George and Sapnap were before he left, how they would sometimes ignore Dream and other times- most the time- just listen to Dream in silence as the two cuddled near the blond. 

They would fall asleep easily and blame it on the taller for being so comfortable. Dream would complain about it, but he really didn't care. No, he loved it. Knowing his boys easily fell asleep on him, with little to no hesitation. Sometimes, the moments that hurt Dream because he wasn't included in them, Sapnap and George would cuddle and leave Dream alone to curl into himself and stay up the entire night. He rarely slept those night, because unlike other days where they didn't all fall asleep together, his boys were right there. A few feet away, sleeping and ignorant to the shard of pain slowly piercing the shields around Dream's heart.

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The days have passed, and it was now the night of his "engagement" ball, as his father had called it. Dream ignored his words and just looked forward to when his special guests would arrive.

Currently, Dream had an expensive suit on. The usual tuxedo with a forest green button up shirts under it, gold chains hanging off his pants elegantly- he added it to partially piss off his father as well as add flavour to his bland outfit. His gold crown- which once held diamonds now had emeralds instead- perched atop his head and tilted at an angle, which perfectly matched his goofy grin as he looked himself over in the mirror. The only thing about his attire, the one thing he longed to ear but couldn't was his mask. His father threatened him, the next time he wore the mask would be the last as he would bun it as soon as the old male saw it. He turned his gaze from his clothing to his face. He had gotten his sister to sneak him some of her eyeliner and applied it with a small wing, just enough to help make his green eyes seem brighter.

"Clay! Its almost time for our announced arrival!" His father called, knocking on his door. "The guests have arrived and are waiting."

"Coming, Father." Dream sneered. He hated that name, he hated what it stood for and what everyone saw it as. That was one of the main reasons he had run away. 

Clay, Prince of the SMP. A naïve and helpless prince who needed to be guarded and protected from anything and everything. The prince who would one day become king, with a beautiful queen by his side and his firstborn son on the way or already son and waiting for his next child to be birthed. That wasn't who he was, it never was. But that was who he was once forced to be.

Now, he was Dream, a runaway who hated his home life and everything about it. An excellent fighter who saved innocent people and helped more. Someone who wore a mask to hide who he used to be, not how he looked. He was a person who loved two men that he knew would never love him back, and somehow he was ok with that. As long as he was by their side, he would be fine with anything. As long as he could see Sapnap smile, or listen to George's laugh he would be fine. 

"Clay!" His father spoke, and Dream could tell he was getting angry. He opened the door and came face to fast with his father, who was already glaring at the green eyed male. "Finally you show up. Now fix your goddamn crown and lets go."

Dream scoffed and followed after his father, not bothering to even adjust his crown or anything about his appearance as he put his arms behind him and straightened his posture. 

"And now, announcing the arrival of our His Royal Highness, the King, and his son, Prince Clay of the SMP." Someone had shouted, Dream never cared enough to remember the names of roles or people in the castle who treated him like Clay instead of Dream. There was clapping to be heard as the pair emerged, Dreams father already putting on his smile and waving while Dream had no detectable facial expression on next to him. To most, mainly the men who had attended- Dream had yet to see George or Sapnap- and the staff it was visible he didn't want to be there. To the ladies, except a few, it showed how he was "so much more attractive" with a blank expression.

The king eventually forced Dream to go dance with the women, and he could easily say he hated every moment. 

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Over an hour into the event, someone had tapped on his shoulder. He turned around, expecting it to be some higher up or powerful man trying to flaunt his daughter an convince him to marry her- this has happened way to much and it was never going to happen so he was just pissed at this point and barely hiding it- but was surprised to see the two he longed for standing there. 

Sapnap and George. He was a little surprised, he didn't think they would be here, but he was happy to see him. His eyes flicked to Sapnap's hand around George's waist and stayed there, a surprised look crossing his face before he put back on the blank mask once more.

"Hello, Prince Clay," Dream winced internally at Sapnap's words and he was pretty sure George noticed his eyes twitch a little. "My name is Lord Sapnap of  the Nether Village. I thought I should introduce myself since I only recently took over position of Lord after my fathers untimely death not long ago." Sapnap stuck out his hand, the one that wasn't on Georges waist, for a handshake.

Dream just grinned goofily, deciding to mess with them a little, since he didn't want to reveal who he was just yet. "Hello, Lord Sapnap. It's an honor to meet you." Sapnap and George both froze, staring at him as the blond shook the frozen males hand.