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The end.
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"Haitie? No, no. Oh god- HELP.."
"Oh no.. Oh no, oh no- What've I done?" the King cried, kneeling to the floor by his only daughter.
Haitie saw Clay was struggling. She wanted to help and consequently threw herself infront of her father's blade.
Haitie dropped to the floor and that's when they came. George and Leila, looking rather dishevelled, Kala, Edward, and they were all followed by maids and nurses alike.
The shame and the guilt the King felt was enough to make him cry. And he did. He sobbed. So hard his chest convulsed.
The lines of vision of the many new arrivals followed the sound of the harsh cries of the Kingdoms ruler, desperate to find out the sudden cause.
After realising what she was looking at, the queen immediately dropped to her knees and George quickly stopped to comfort her. He too was appalled, yet he couldn't bring himself to cry just yet.
"Derek?" The Queen screamed, an edge to her voice, tears in her eyes, "What happened?"
Edward made his way to the King's side and immediately sunk to the floor, crying, just like the rest of them.
Clay pushed out a shaky hand to Haitie who was reaching for someone to hold it.
"I-I saved y-you." she whispered.
"You did. You d-did. I'm so proud. I'm so, so proud of you."
Clay knew she wouldn't make it. That was apparent by the metre long hilted sword planted in her small chest. Her small chest that was heaving up and down irregularly in a weak attempt to stay breathing. She was trying to stay alive.
"Come closer." She asked.
Clay did it, no hesitation.
"Will you tell G-George something for me?" she murmured.
"Of course. Anything." he spluttered out, trying to stay composed. Trying not to break.
"Tell him that he w-will be a great king and he's lucky to have you by his s-side." The usual excitement in her voice was fading. So was the colour in her cheeks. And the force in which she was holding Clay's hand.
"I will, I will." he nodded.
"And D-dream?" she looked at him, eyes wet, cheeks pale.
"Yes?"
"When you marry George, I'll be y-your flower girl, okay? I might not be here-"
"You will. You will." the blonde begged.
"I will be here, you just won't see me. I p-promise. I wouldn't miss your wedding for the world."
Clay laughed a little, tears still spilling, "Of course. You'll be the prettiest flower girl out there."
They both let out shaky, sorrowful laughs. Their eyes met and Haitie reached out a hand to cup Clay's right cheek, wiping his tears away.
"Thank you for everything, Blondie."
And with that, she closed her eyes and dropped her hand, letting her body fall still and the garden fall silent.
The cry Clay then let out rung through those gardens twenty times over in a painful echo, and it would ring through George's mind until the day he died.
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"I don't understand. She was meant to be safe inside. This was your fault, wasn't it? It was you," the queen jabbed a finger at Clay's chest, sending him backwards slightly in surprise. "You killed my daughter. Didn't you? It was-"
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Fanfic{COMPLETED} George has a lover. One not approved by his father, the king. Why are they not approved? George is being forced to marry for the sake of the kingdom. Will he fight for what's right? Will he love for himself, or for the sake of his famil...
