Limerence

Chapter nine

George spent the next two weeks working in his room. Some days the advisors would go and work in the preparations from his room, some others he would spend all day alone. And he hated that.

It meant being alone with his thoughts.

His mind kept wandering about the letter that he kept hidden somewhere in his room. He was planning to burn that damn thing, but he also couldn't bring himself to do it. He always tried to avoid thinking about that paper, but somehow he would always go back.

And then, there was also Prince Clayton. The last time they talked to each other was when he visited George and... well, they kissed. To say George's feelings were a mess is an understatement. He kept wondering, why hasn't he come to visit me? He kept replaying that scene in his head over and over again, but he didn't know what he did wrong.

Maybe he didn't want me to kiss him.

But then, The Prince did try to kiss him a couple of times before. Plus, he kissed him back, so that couldn't be it.

Maybe he was just teasing me those few times.

That was possible but unlikely. It may sound narcissistic, but George knew there was no way Prince Clayton was just messing with him. He wasn't blind. He knew The Prince at least was interested in him.

Maybe he didn't like it.

Was George a bad kisser? It wasn't like it had been his first kiss, but maybe it wasn't what The Prince expected. I mean, I did just crash my lips in his and then kissed him like there was no tomorrow. But then again, when they broke apart, Clay had a weird spark in his eyes, like he was excited. George remembered watching how his pupils dilated. He had to like it, right?

Maybe I didn't meet his expectations.

But that would mean he liked George. And by The Prince's actions, it didn't seem like he did. He always would disappear after being flirty with George.

Maybe he just wanted to know what it felt to kiss a boy.

He should've thought about that sooner. George didn't know if Prince Clayton liked guys. And even if he did, there was no way he would be made King if people found out. Of course, that had to be it. The Prince couldn't like George that way, he just used him to see what it was like to kiss another man.

And it infuriated George.

He hated when people used him.

Why the fuck am I thinking there's something wrong with me? It isn't. If he doesn't like me it's not the end of the world. It's his loss anyway.

Just stop letting him do whatever he wants to you.

He wasn't going to let Clay use him like that again.

George looked at the clock.

14:26

He decided he needed to go for a walk to clear his head. Some fresh air would help. He wasn't completely recovered from the attack, but they had managed to give him a cane in case he wanted to walk. Besides, the doctor told him it wasn't good to stay in bed for too long.

With that in mind, he went to his closet to grab the piece of paper he had been hiding from everyone. The only people who knew the letter's existence were the maid who washed his clothes and Alastair, but gladly, neither of them opened the envelope, so there was no way they knew what the paper wrote. He couldn't let that letter unattended, so he was going to take it everywhere he went until he got rid of it.

He left his room and went straight to the garden. He ran into some guards and maid that gave him a quick look. One of them ran immediately upstairs. Weird.