Limerence

Chapter twenty four

Clay's POV

Clay left George's room for what had to be the thousandth time that morning. The day before he had tried to talk to him for the misunderstanding in the library, but he knew he had to give George some space.

The thing is, Monica was being really annoying and getting into Clay's nerves, which was irritating The Prince. He told her to shut up but she had answered with a:

"Make me."

She was smirking at Clay, making him feel absolutely nothing.

"Can we please continue with the tour? I have better things to do." he had said after rolling his eyes.

"Come one Clay, just one kiss. I mean, we are going to get married, might as well start acting now." she invited, grabbing her fiancé's hands and placing them in her waist.

"I thought I made myself clear. This won't be a romantic relationship. You get to be queen and I get an heir." Clay stated firmly, but he didn't remove his hand from her body.

"You know how children are made, right?" she teased.

"Monica, please stop."

"Only if you kiss me."

And The Prince complied as his last attempt to make the girl shut her mouth. But The Princess was a good kisser, and he didn't realize he was enjoying the kiss a little too much until George came into the room.

When he saw his advisor's figure come into the library, he thought he was going to see him hurt.

But there was nothing on those eyes. It was like he almost expected something like that from Clay.

Why would he feel that way? He was falling for Clay, right?

Of course, he had to be.

But aside from the situation, he had a wedding to plan, and he needed his advisor for that.

The Prince had been looking for his advisor all day. He had asked every servant that crossed his way if any of them had seen him, but the answer was always the same.

He had gone to yell at the group of royal advisors for the disappearance of what he thought was his lover, but neither of them knew were he was.

He was starting to get worried.

He had ordered the guards to look everywhere in the castle, but the only thing they could tell him was that there was a horse missing.

He couldn't have run away, right?

And it wasn't until one of the cooks of the castle went to his office that he got useful information.

"Your Highness " the cook said as he bowed at him.

"I'm busy, what do you want?" he voiced, reading the papers in his desk, not deign to look at the man in the door.

"I heard you were looking for George. I saw him this morning." he mentioned like it was the most casual thing in the world, catching The Prince's attention. "He was in Barnesimere. I saw him talking to Dream."

"Dream? The murder who escaped prison?" Clay questioned incredulous. 

"The one and only."

Why was he talking to that criminal?

"What were they talking about?"

"I don't know sir, buy they seemed pretty close." he hinted trailing off for a moment before adding. "Or perhaps I'm mistaken and he was just threatening George."