Limerence

Chapter eight

George's POV

George woke up feeling like shit. He opened his eyes looking at his surroundings and realized he was in his room. He tried to sit down, but he felt a throbbing pain in his abdomen. He left out a groan and let himself drop in the bed.

"George, you are finally awake." someone said from the other side of the room. The door opened as they talked again. "Go tell Prince Clayton he's fine."

"Alastair?" the forementioned walked up to George.

"Oh God, I'm so glad you're okay." his friend held George's hand as he sat next to him. "You scared everyone."

Memories of what had happened the night before suddenly hit George.

Dave and I went to Barnesimere and were attaked on our way back.

Right. I was stabbed.

"Wait, where is Dave? Is he alright?" he asked wrinkling his nose. He was in pain, but he didn't want to alarm his friend.

"He's fine. He spent the night here, so I told him to go rest. It was a long night for everyone." the advisor turned arounf to grab a glass of water. "Here, you have to stay hidrated."

"What time is it?" he questioned taking a sip from the glass.

"Is almost time for dinner. You've been asleep for so long."

"Oh." George lifted the sheets to see he was no longer wearing his pants, but instead his pijamas. He started to panic. "My pants. Where are them?"

"I think one of the maids took them to wash them." his friend mentioned nonchalantly, not noticing that George was freaking out.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

He tried sitting up again, this time achieving it and he moved to have his legs hanging from the bed. He tried his best to ignore the throbbing pain.

"What are you doing George? You can't be standing up!" Alastair asseverated in an attempt to make his friend lie down again.

"I need my pants." he knew it may have seemed weird to be freaking out about some piece of clothing, but he had to read the letter.

"What? Why do you need them?" his friend inquired visibly confused.

The door opened before George could answer. He looked up to see Prince Clayton's figure with a relieved look in his face. 

George never felt happier to see him.

Weren't you mad because he ignored you for a whole week?

Yes, but he didn't have to explain himself to Eret.

"George, what the fuck are you doing? You need to lie down." The Prince stated with a demanding voice. It sounded like an order.

"I need to go."

"Why?"

He couldn't tell him. If he did, there was no way of knowing what he was going to do.

And Prince Clayton could not read that letter.

"I—"

"I'll leave you guys alone. If you'll excuse me." Alastair said scratching his neck awkwardly. "I'll go find your clothes and bring them to you." he directed at George."Your Highness." the advisor nodded at Clay, and started to walk to the door.

"Wait." the dirty blond called closing his eyes. George thought he seemed annoyed. The standing advisor froze in his place preparing himself to be yelled at. "I'm sorry for the scene I caused yesterday. I shouldn't have done that."