Limerence

Chapter fourteen

The day had finally arrived.

It was finally the day of The Spring Ball.

George had been working all week making sure everything was perfect for that day. And all his hard work had borne fruit.

The servants had done a fine job preparing the ballroom, it simply looked beautiful. The only thing that was missing was the food, and the chefs were already working on it.

George was in the ballroom, double-checking everything. He was currently looking at the flowers that decorated the stairs. He stroke one of them with his hand, feeling the softness of the petal. Alyssa had made an excellent job.

To this point, I think it's pretty obvious to say he had a thing for flowers.

He loved how delicate yet pretty they were. Even though he couldn't see them in all of their majesty because of his colorblindness, he had always thought they were beautiful. Something he found so very interesting was the fact that every flower represented different things. For example, the myrtles all over the place were symbols of innocence and purity. The stephanotis that complemented the myrtles represented marital happiness, which George found weird because none of the royal family members were engaged. And the red roses meant love and passion.

George found the combination of flowers to be a paradox. He knew The Prince had probably chosen them because he thought they were pretty, but George couldn't help to compare them to reality.

The brunette knew royal life was hard, there was no room for innocence and purity. It was an extremely stiff environment where the royal family had looked happy, but they were in fact tied. He almost felt bad for them.

Besides, George knew that most of the marriages were arranged, so talking about 'marital happiness' was far from reality. It was sad how the Princes and Princesses weren't able to marry someone they loved. George hoped that they truly fall for their partner.

Except maybe for Prince Clayton. He could rot in hell and live a miserable life.

And the roses, symbolizing a love and passion that they would have to probably look somewhere else.

It was a weird combination, almost amusing to George. He wondered if The Prince knew what the flowers represent. But why would he? He was a prince with a lot of responsibility, he didn't have time to learn about flowers. George scolded himself for overthinking the situation. Why did he even care if Clay knew about flowers? He'd probably say it was a dumb obsession of George's.

He smiled at the flowers, like they would feel the happiness that irradiated his body. Looking at them was like a break from everything that was going on. A break from the ball. A break from his job. A break from all his problems.

It was just George and them.

At least until someone interrupted his thoughts.

It was Wilbur, one of The Prince's guards. He told George that he had to go to The Prince's room for whatever reason. George looked at his hand clock. 1:34. The ball started at 6:00 p.m. so he had to be ready at 16:30. He would go to Prince Clayton's room and then back to his room to get ready for the party. He could make it.

He made his way to the room, running by some of the castle staff. Everyone looked nervous. They knew the royal family was really severe. And having to host a ball after the murder of one of their own just made everything worse.

But George wasn't nervous.

He felt calm in that moment.

Maybe it was because of the flowers, but he felt strangely peaceful.