Limerence

Chapter twenty nine

A ticking sound woke him up.

He opened his eyes, disturbed by the sudden change of lighting. It took him a couple of seconds to adjust to the light that was coming into his room.

Wait.

His room?

"What the fuck?" he asked to no one in particular.

His confused face disappeared as he remembered what had happened.

Oh.

Right.

He was back at the castle.

Anxiety began to rush into his veins as he remembered that he tried to give Dream some time. Did he make it? Had George's stupid idea worked?

He looked around the room, finding himself alone. The sound of faint voices coming for the hall filled his ears.

He tried to stand up, but his legs either were too weak or they just wouldn't listen to his brain. He fell to the ground, groaning at the pain in his head.

"Fuck." he muttered under his breath.

The advisor tried to get up, but he was too weak to do so. Instead, he grabbed the tablecloth resting on his side table, pulling it and dropping a tray with metal plates.

Due to the noise, the door opened immediately, and a blonde prince dressed all in black came to his rescue.

"George!" he scolded him. "Why did you try to stand up on your own?" the question was obviously rhetoric, so he turned around to speak to someone. "Go get Niki. Tell her to bring a new gauze." the guard nodded and left the room, closing the door, leaving The Prince and his advisor alone. "You have to take better care of yourself."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to get out of here."

"Clearly." Prince Clayton mentioned rolling his eyes.

The blonde helped the brunette get back in bed, trying to be careful not to hurt him more than he already was.

It was until George was sitting down that he noticed The Prince's clothes.

"Why are you dressed like that?" George questioned, more focused on the way The Prince was dressing that anything else.

"What? Don't worry about it. You have to rest."

"The only time I saw you all in black was when Prince Mauno died. What happened?" he insisted, curious.

"George, you don't have to worry about it." the blonde uttered as he caressed the advisor's cheek. "I'm just glad he didn't... I don't know what I would have done."

"Clay, what are you talking about?"

"I- I don't think it's the right time for me to tell you about this, you have to rest."

"No, I need to know. What happened?"

Prince Clayton closed his lips, making a fine line. Then he sighed.

"I- My parents were murdered two days ago." the blonde stated."Today is the funeral."

"They were what? Oh my God." George exclaimed. The Prince looked at him with an expression George wasn't sure how to interpret. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push. I just—"

"It's okay." Prince Clayton kneeled down, grabbing George's hands in his.

To say George was uncomfortable was an understatement. He didn't want to be near him at all. He forced himself to smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he tried to sound interested. He need The Prince to trust him so he wouldn't be looking over George every day.

To be honest, he didn't even care that The King and Queen had died, he wasn't that close to them and the few times they had spoken to George, they had treated George like he was less than them.

But the fact that they were murdered surprised the advisor.

"There is nothing much to say. I mean, My parents didn't had that many enemies. They had good relationships with other kingdoms nearby. I honestly don't know who would be cruel enough to send Dream to kill them."

George almost stopped breathing.

"What?" a shaky voice came out in the form of a question.

"We have no idea how he did it. We were looking for him, then we found you, a-and when we came back-" the blonde's voice cracked, like he was fighting a sob that wanted to come out of him.

George almost felt bad for him.

"How do you know it was him?" George asked desperate.

"There was a smiley face carved into both of their arms. Why do you ask?" The Prince asked harshly, drastically changing his mood.

He's lying.

"I just- he was with me. How would he have time to do it?" the brunette tried to cover his mistake.

"I honestly don't know, but I would rather have my parents dead that you."

"Clay- how can you say that? They were your parents."

"Yes, but I'm in love with you."

There was a long silence surrounding them both. George was speechless and The Prince looked like he was waiting for his advisor to answer. But what was George supposed to say? I love you too? 

"George?" Prince Clayton tried. George was looking anywhere but his eyes. He wasn't able to meet them.

He wasn't mentally prepared to keep lying until Dream came back for him. Yes, he had promised he would pretend to fall for The Prince so that he wasn't suspicious, but he wasn't expecting to have to deal with him so soon. If he said I love you back, Clay would know he was lying, but if he didn't...

George had no idea what he could do to him. The only thing he was certain of, was that The Prince wanted the brunette. And if he couldn't have him-

"Your Majesty," someone at the door called. "Niki is here."

"Give us a second." the blonde commanded, not tearing his gaze away from the brunette.

"But, Your Highness-"

"I said get out!" he yelled at the person at the door, making George flinch from the sudden noise. The door was closed and the advisor was left with his prince.

"George. Look at me." he ordered harshly. The brunette refused to meet his gaze, so the blonde grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at him.

"Clay, I- you're hurting me." George mentioned trying to release The Prince's grip from his face. It seemed to work because the blonde loosened his grip, but didn't quite release the brunette.

Both of them looked at each other in the eyes. The Prince's eyes were mixed with anger, deception and sadness, while the advisor looked at him with surprise and fear. None of them said a word.

After a couple of minutes of complete silence, Prince Clayton moved his hand to the back of George's neck, and with his thumb he caressed his chin as he closed his eyes. Their foreheads touched. The blonde let out a sigh into the brunette's lips.

George didn't know what to do.

When The Prince leaned in to kiss the advisor, he tried not to move. Yes, he was uncomfortable, but he had to suck it up, right? Just until Dream was back. He could pretend he was in love with The Prince. He could just pretend he was Dream. They looked alike in almost every physical way.

So he let himself be kissed by Prince Clayton, pretending he was kissing Dream, pretending he was kissing the love of his life.

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Hi, hehe. 

I'm back, kinda. I'm sorry for not updating I was depressed and couldn't bring myself to do anything lmao.

Anyways, here is another chapter. I know it's not as good or as long as you guys might want it to be, but I feel like I owe you an ending. So I'm going to finish the book and the re-write it so it's better written, if that makes sense. Idk I'm tired.

Anyway, I hope you have an amazing day/night.

- Belle :)

PS. Btw I am so fucking grateful for all of your support, I really appreciate it guys.