𝐛 𝐫 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐧 || 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝟕𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

a/n: hi! tysm for 7k reads, it means a lot, and i SWEAR im gonna work on some chapters soon so be on the lookout for that. 

anyways, enjoy this special little oneshot i actually wrote for my english class 💀 

yes, jack is jack manifold and george is gnf 

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"King George, a birthday gift was sent for you." Today, the new jovial King George would celebrate his first birthday at the palace as king. Nobles, Kings and their families, people of the court, and even townspeople came to the palace just for the huge occasion. Honestly, George never felt truly supported and loved by his people. Even before the tragic boat accident that killed both his parents, King Jonah and Queen Malia, George would stay in his room, out of the eye of the people. His personality had always been the same, always reserved, shy and timid; definitely not the desired characteristics of an heir prince. And that defined what the people thought of George, thinking he could never fulfill the role of a king to its fullest potential, this eventually led George believing he could never satisfy the people's commands.

An audible sigh escaped the king's mouth; he hated being interrupted during his now rare reading times. "From who?"

"Your majesty, no one gave it to us, the chefs said the box appeared outside the kitchen door without any indication as to who might've presented the gift." George's royal guard Jack walked over to the cluttered area that surrounded the king in the corner of his bedroom and handed him the box. Considering who the gift was intended for, the box seemed quite basic; although George preferred it that way, the normality of it confused him.

"Did you check it?" George asked as he examined the box further, the only thing to examine being a wooden box with a crimson red wax seal pressed into the side where the box opens.

"Yes, of course your majesty-" The guard got cut off by the king.

"Please, drop the formalities, Jack, we grew up together, why even bother?" George has always hated the formalities of growing up royal. All the special names like "your majesty" or "my king" meant nothing to him, if George had the power to do so, he would eradicate all these formalities and simply stick with everyone just having respect for the people who lead; plain and simple.

Jack stood there, wide-eyed, but not too surprised as these sudden outbursts are common coming from George. He nodded quickly then watched the royal king open the wooden box. The moment he opened it, George's eyebrows formed themselves in a position of confusion. "Would you like me to leave you be? I have some tasks to do in the main garden regarding the junior knights."

"Yeah, sure," George replied, watching his friend, now personal guard, bow in his presence then reach the exit of his room. "Thank you, Jack."

"Of course, your majesty, it's my pleasure," The two shared a laugh before Jack left the room, his contagious laugh echoing through the hallways.

Folklore drawings wrapped themselves around the handle and back of the silver mirror. A singular jewel, an opal, George noted, remembering the gemology books he used to love reading as a kid sat at the end tip of the silver handle. George remembered that in the old gemology books that opals usually represent bad luck. Strange to give a symbol of bad luck to a king, right?

On the backside of the mirror, two very recognizable initials got a hold of George's attention: M.D. Malia Davidson, George's deceased mother. But how in the world could this belong to his mother? Millions of "M.D's" live in the kingdom, but the odds favored George's Malia Davidson, the queen.