Limerence

Chapter twenty two

The plan was simple.

George would leave that night. He would go to the stable and steal a horse. He would wait for the guards to change shifts and sneak out of the castle.

He wasn't going to pack anything but food and his dagger.

He wanted to say goodbye to his friends, but they could have found out and he couldn't risk it. They would have known something was up adn all his plan would fall apart. It hurt his heart knowing that he probably wasn't going to see his friends again.

Still, he stuck to the plan.

He decided to wear a loose white shirt with some brown pants and a blue cloak Dream gave him for his eighteenth birthday. He was wearing comfortable shoes that let him move freely through the rocky paths.

He looked at his room one last time and a piece of paper caught his attention. It was the note he saw that morning. The one Prince Clayton left laying on the pillow.

He felt his chest burning with anger at the note.

How could he had been so stupid? Why had he let Clay play him like that?

No.

He wasn't going to think about him.

It didn't matter. Not anymore.

Because he was going back to Dream.

That was all that mattered.

He left his room around 22:00 without anyone noticing. He had two hours to get everything ready.

First, he went to the kitchen. There were some servants that could have questioned his presence in the room, but they seemed to tired to even notice George's outfit. He mentioned something about grabbing food for The Prince and nobody questioned him. Why would they? George was The Prince's advisor and nobody wanted to talk to that man more than necessary. Once he had collected everything he needed, he put it in a basket.

Then, he had to go get a horse. That was going to be the most difficult part of the plan because, come on, how are you supposed to sneak with a horse without being noticed? There were some people on the stables, feeding the horses. George knew the fastest horse was Spirit, so naturally that was the one he was picking. He waited like forty-five minutes for the servants to leave the stable, which only made George more anxious. What if he didn't make it before the end of the shift? He looked at his clock.

23:03

He decided that if by 23:30 the servants didn't leave, he would knock them out and take Spirit.

Luckily, they left ten minutes before he had to take extreme action.

It wasn't the first time George mounted Spirit, so the horse was really cooperative. They got out of the stables and headed to the back entrance of the castle walls, were the security would be minimum.

The he waited until he saw the guards leaving their position. He looked at his hand clock for the thousandth time that night.

23:52

They were leave eight minutes before they were supposed to. George had never been happier to see people slack at their job.

He was quiet and quick. When he was finally out of the castle confines, he let out a giggle, silently celebrating that everything was going according to plan.

He should have been worried about traveling to Barnesimere, but that was Dream's territory. If anyone had come out of the woods and assaulted him, he just had to say that he was looking for Dream and they would have brought him to the blonde. Well, maybe it wasn't that simple, and they might have beaten him, but he still would have made it to his lover.