Limerence

Chapter thirteen

It was the day before The Spring Ball.

The whole castle staff was dedicated to making sure everything was ready for the ball. Some maids were finishing cleaning the rooms, while others helped with the decorations. Some guards helped carry the heavy stuff, while others made sure the castle was safe. There were people in the kitchen taking inventory of the food that had just arrived, while others were organizing the pantry to make it easier for the next day.

The ballroom, where most of the servants were currently in, was one of the castle main rooms. It was a large room that could hold a crowd of over 300 hundred people. The entrance was given by a pair of tall golden doors, that would show a beautiful red carpet when open. To the left, it was connected to the white room, which was basically a room where only the most important guests would present themselves to the royal family before any big event. To the right, you could find the art gallery with multiple famous paintings that most people found relaxing. In the back of the room, a large staircase emerged that connected with the second floor, level where the royal rooms resided.

The group of royal advisors, for their part, was preparing the main ballroom. Alyssa was in charge of the flower decorations, Alastair told people where things must go and Karl checked the menu with the chefs.

As George was Prince Clayton's advisor, he was the one giving the orders to everyone, so naturally, he was the busier of them all. And even though his friends were doing a good job, he couldn't help but feel the need to do everything himself.

"No! No! No! The myrtles need to go around the columns, just add some stephanotis and roses with them!" he yelled at one of the servants. "Make sure to decorate the stairs as well."

"George! I got it!" Alyssa yelled back at the brunette. 

George knew she hated when people wouldn't let her do her job, but he couldn't help but feel stressed. George felt overwhelmed by all the things that had to be done before the ball and snapped out the moment he put a foot in the ballroom. All of the servants, including his advisor friends, looked like they were done with George's attitude, but he didn't care. Everything needed to be perfect.

"Hey George?" Karl called putting a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe you should take it easy." George knew his friend was just being polite.

"No. It has to be perfect. Who do you think The Prince is going to kill if he doesn't like it? Besides, he's already in a bad mood." George mentioned. And who's fault is that? He saw that a couple of servants were placing candles in the wrong place. "For God's sake! Don't put the candles there. They are too close to one another."

"Man, let us do our jobs, we can do it. Just trust us." Karl tried reasoning with George.

"I trust you guys, but we don't have a lot of time."

"We started like two hours ago. What do you want speed or precision?"

"Both." he stated. Karl rolled his eyes.

"Well, you can't have both. So stop being a bitch."

"I need to go check—"

"George!" a voice shouted from behind. He turned around to see The Prince's angry expression. He had his arms crossed and was tapping the floor with his right foot.

"Great." George murmured rolling his eyes. "Just great."

"Go and try not to stress too much. We'll take care of this. Everything will be ready by tonight." his advisor friend offered with a smile while touching his arm. 

"GEORGE!" The Prince yelled again.

"Thank you." he gave him a quick hug before climbing the stairs towards Clay. "What?" he spat.