Limerence

Chapter fifteen

5:55 p.m.

Most of the guests had already arrived.

George could see the ballroom full of royal families from other kingdoms, dukes and duchesses, barons and baronets, altogether making small talk, waiting for Roeghport Kingdom's Royal Family. All men wore their best suits and women beautiful dresses.

Even though George was used to this type of event, he hated them. He didn't like meeting new people nor he liked being in the room with more people than needed. But that day, it was the advisor's job to present The Royal Family to the guests, which meant all eyes would be on him for at least five minutes.

It wasn't that big of a deal if you think about it.

5:56 p.m.

The problem is, for as long as he could remember, George had always had a problem with speaking in front of a lot of people. His heart would race and his breathing would get heavy anytime he had to face a big crowd.

This moment wasn't the exception. George could feel his pounding heartbeat in his ears.

He tried to convince himself that everything was fine. He just had to present six people.

It wasn't that difficult.

5:57 p.m.

His palms were sweating, he could feel a tingling sensation in his fingers. His legs were threatening to give up any moment now and he was light-headed. He didn't have lunch because he knew that if there had been something in his stomach, he would've probably thrown it up.

"George! You have to relax. Everything will be alright." Karl mentioned when he saw George's muscles tense.

"You don't know that. I can't make any mistakes. Everything has to be perfect." he squeezed his eyes when he felt a twinge in the head. Great. His migraine had decided to kick in the perfect moment.

"George. Deep breaths." Alastair instructed, grabbing him by his arms and taking a deep breath for George to copy him.

George looked at his hand clock for the thousand times in the evening.

5:58 p.m.

"I can't do it. Karl, you do it. Please." the brunette pleaded desperately. His friend gave him a sorrowful look, apologizing for not being able to fulfill his wish.

He was thankful that his friends were trying to make him relax, but it wasn't working. He wondered if there was any chance of getting opium in the next minute.

"George." a voice from behind him called. The advisor turned around to see his friend Dave. "Prince Clayton asked me to give you this." the pink-haired man mentioned extending a piece of paper. "Good luck." he nodded before leaving the three advisors alone.

George unfolded the note and a couple of flat lay flowers fell to the ground.

They told me you were freaking out. Pretend it's just you and me. You can do it darling.

The flowers weren't completely dried out, so they left a couple of stains on the paper. He picked them up and realized they were gladiolus.

He smiled before he could stop himself.

George wondered if The Prince knew their meaning.

He thought they were beautiful.

"What does it say?" Karl asked curious, trying to take a peek of what the paper wrote, but George wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"He just said not to mess up." his friend raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a word.

5:59 p.m.