Limerence

Chapter two

"George." that was the first time The Prince had addressed him by his name. "May I come in?"

"Of course, Your Highness. I'm sorry." George removed himself from the door so The Prince could come in.

"Clay." the tall blond said as he walked into the room.

"I'm sorry?" the advisor questioned as he closed his door.

"Call me Clay, not Your Highness." he answered as he turned around to face George.

"With all due respect, I'd rather keep the formalities, Prince Clayton." the brunette noted. He didn't want The Prince to think he was being disrespectful, but he couldn't bring himself to call him Clay.

The Prince chuckled. "I guess we'll work on that."

"What can I help you with, Your Highness? If you were looking for an update on The Spring Ball's preparations I—"

"One of my siblings' advisors mentioned that you had not eaten anything since breakfast." Prince Clayton stated as he walked around the room. It was pretty small compared to his.

"Excuse me?" 

"I don't recall telling you to work in the ball's planning all day." The Prince was looking at a small drawer that was next to George's bed.

"Oh no, Your Highness. That is not what I meant. I just—" the smaller man tried to explain himself.

"Give me a second." Prince Clayton interrupted George and went out of the room. George was really confused. 

Why was The Prince in his room? Did he do something wrong? 

A few seconds later he came back.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, did I do something wrong?" George inquired genuinely confused.

"Yes. You keep calling me Your Highness or Prince Clayton when I specifically requested you not to."

"I—"

"Look, let's do this. You can use formalities when we are surrounded by people, okay? But when we are alone, please call me Clay."

When we are alone? Like again?

"I will Pri— Clay." the way George pronounced the name felt weird, almost wrong. He really didn't want to call The Prince by his first name, but he knew he couldn't just ignore Clay's requests.

"That's much better." a knock on the door caught both of their attention. "Wait right here."

"It's not like I have somewhere else to be." George muttered.

Clay opened the door and was given a silver tray with warm food. There was a small bowl with a fruit salad, with grapes, bananas, strawberries, kiwi, and berries. Next to it was a plate with two waffles cut by half. Lastly, there were two more glasses: one with orange juice and other with milk. 

George's eyes opened in shock when he realized it was meant for him.

"Your Highness, I—"

"I swear, George. If you call me Your Highness one more time I am going to leave and I am bringing the food with me."

George thought about it before feeling his stomach growl.

"I'm sorry, Clay. I am just not used to call you like that." he apologized quickly. He really wanted to eat.

"I'm happy to see you are learning." said the tall blond man standing in front of the brunette. "Now, come have a seat and eat." he ordered after leaving the silver tray in George's desk.