Limerence

Chapter four

It was lunch time.

George had been trying to work in the ball all morning, but his brain wouldn't cooperate. His mind always returned to what happened in The Prince's room a couple hours ago. Luckily for him, he had spent the day before starting with the preparations, so he at least had something to show his fellow advisor friends. He was grateful that His Highness had been busy because George didn't know if he would be able to handle being in the same room as him.

It was just too much for him.

He shook his head trying to get it together and let out a deep breath. He had to go to the advisors' dining room and explain them his plans for the ball. He didn't have time to think about The stupid Prince.

He entered the room and saw that his three friends were already waiting for him.

"Hey Gogy!" Karl cheered when he came in. 

"Hello guys."

"Is everything alright with Prince Clayton?" Alastair asked with a preoccupied look on his face.

"Yeah." 

"What did he want?" Alyssa inquired curious.

"Oh, it was nothing." he responded dryly hoping they wouldn't press him for answers.

"Really? He seemed pretty mad." Alastair mentioned. George looked at him basically telling him 'please, shut up.' His friend understood.

"Yeah, he wanted nothing. He just was mad because I wasn't where he thought I would be."

"So dramatic, and for what?" Karl added rolling his eyes.

"Yes. Before I forget," George announced as he changed the subject. "I would like for us to go over some of the things I planned for the ball, so you guys can tell me if you like it or not."

"I hate it here." Alastair complained burying his face in his hands.

***

The royal advisors spent the next few hours talking about The Spring Ball's preparations. It was one of the main events in the year and it was Roehighport's turn to host it. Many people were troubled with going to the kingdom because of The Prince's recent death, but the royal family managed to convince everyone to go.

George could see the tiredness in his colleagues faces, but he didn't want to finish. That would mean he would be alone and he didn't want to face The Prince. He zoned out from the conversation and started thinking about Prince Clayton.

George knew The Prince was attractive, but that was it. Before Clay went to his room the other night, he hadn't even thought about him. He wasn't important enough to be live in George's mind rent free.

But that touch.

Oh, that touch. It changed it all.

The Prince radiated hate, dominance, authority. And George hated it. He hated everything about The Prince — except maybe his looks. His blood boiled every time he saw how Prince Clayton humiliated the servants of the castle. And although he knew there was not much he could do about it, that night when they were alone in his room he didn't hold back. He wasn't afraid of some stupid prince. The advisor knew his own value, and he wasn't going to let some moron devalue him.

Besides, The Prince never had tried to humiliate him. Yes, he was dry as fuck, but he wasn't really mean to George. Still, he knew he didn't want to have anything to do with The Prince.

But that morning, when they almost kissed, he felt something. Maybe it was the rush of the moment, or maybe the fact that he had never been that close to Prince Clayton, but he felt it. And he knew The Prince felt it too.