pretty boy (this was not okay.)

chapter 8 ༄

"Indeed, we just happen to be looking at the roses." Wilbur bowed slightly as Dream nodded.

"This is the boy I mentioned last night." Dream introduced, "George." The three peered over to George who raised a hand cautiously. "Hey.." He mumbled, looking over to Dream for some sort of help. He didn't know these random people, where they royals or higher ups? Many unanswered questions flooded his confused mind.

"Don't worry, they don't bite." He laughed, Niki let out a small smile. "Nice to meet you, George. His majesty has spoken about you, I'm excited to finally meet you." She spoke, taking George's hand and clasping it round her own.
Her hands were delicate and soft, almost like snow.
"You too." George smiled back warmly, looking over to Wilbur.

"Incase you don't know, m'lady over here is the palace healer and I am her knight, I protect her and whatnot." Wilbur spoke, Niki nodded and let go of George's hands. "I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself though, everyone knows that." She smiled rolling her eyes.
"Anyways- We happened to over hear your convocation.." Niki began, George nodded intently, fidgeting with his hands.
"..And we saw a small bit of your archery skills.." Wilbur added.
"-Yes. And we were thinking- if it's okay with you, your majesty- if the boy could work here? That is if he wanted to stay-" She peered over at George as the words slipped through her lips.
"I like your thinking, Niki. What are you suggesting?" Dream chuckled, George was going to protest till the pink haired girl spoke up again.
"Since he's so good at archery, could he possibly work as an archer? Or-Or if he has any other talents or hobbies-"

George opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

Did he really want to stay here?

"Thats quite an idea, Niki. But I like it! What do you say, George?"
All eyes were now gazing upon the poor boy.

He had to make a decision.

"Well-" George began turning his gaze down to the ground. "I'm not sure if archery is really my style. It's a talent of mine- yes- but I don't think I would want to pursue as an archer." He spoke, twitching his hands and fidgeting his feet. He heard a grunt in Wilburs direction.
"Is there anything else you like then? You know it's not everyday a commoner is welcomed into the palace." The fluffy haired boy spoke, Niki shot him a look. "Will.."
"I'm just saying the truth." He shrugged turning his attention to a few ongoing birds.
"Is there anything you like doing then? Like cooking?" Niki questioned, George finally looked up at the girl, in which she held still held a soft, patient expression on her face.
"I'm not sure." George answered plainly, Dream shook his head.

"Have a think about it Georg-"

"Your majesty!! Oh my god I'm so glad I found you!" A voice cried out from behind the bushes, a tall boy came running out holding old paper against his chest and rope over his shoulder.
"Ah Ranboo- Is everything alright?" Dream questioned, a hint of concern grew across his face as the boy approached them.
"Y-Yes I'm fine. Sorry for barging in, that was very rude of me so I deeply apologise." The boy, who went by the name Ranboo, started to frantically ramble.
"It's fine." Dream chuckled as he watched Ranboo start to brush through his hair to try make it presentable. "What ever seems to be the matter?" Niki questioned, raising a hand to her chest.
"It's- Tommy." Ranboo began, "..At the stable."
Wilbur glanced over to Dream in a panic, Dream nodded and the two men began to run off. "Follow us, George." Niki spoke, picking up her skirt and beginning to follow behind the boys. George darted his eye to the messenger and then to the others. The pair began to run after them at a quick pace, George wasn't quite sure what was waiting for them.

"TUBBO! GRAB THE REINS!" A voice cried out followed by the stamping of hooves. The group turned the corner of the stable and saw, what seemed to be, a thirteen year old boy struggling to stay upright on a small, ginger horse. George noted, the scruffiness of the boy, his blonde hair seemed tangled, he was covered head to toe in dirt and a few bandages were present on his face and pink cheeks.
"Tommy! I can't! Uh- Down horsey!!" The smaller boy protested hiding his face from the horses kicking and prancing. The other boy didn't seem as chaotic, his dark brown hair was a little messy but his clothes and face were clean. Dream jumped over there gate and began to quickly approach the horse.