Cursed Prince (DNF)

7: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍

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         "I don't even know what it supposed to say," George said. He was digging through his closet to find his more formal clothes.

         "Well you have less than an hour to figure that out," Dream said, sitting bored on the desk chair nearby

          "Dreeeaam help me," He pouted.

         "What do you want me to do? Haven't you already met almost every girl in the kingdom?"

         "Not really," He sighed, "I was just standing there while my parents met them for me. I know it's not a good system," George said before Dream could.

         "How are you supposed to find true love if you don't talk to anyone?" Dream said leaning forward.

         George shrugged. "I think I'll just know," he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Dream.

         "You'll just know?" Dream scoffed, "How are you just gonna know?"

         "I just will," George curtly, "I mean, how does anyone know they've found love?"

         "That does not help your case," Dream said. George rolled his eyes and turned back to his closet. "Are you seriously telling me you would just know when you've never been in love before?"

         George tried to shrug off his embarrassment.

         "Wow, I thought a prince would be better at this kinda stuff,"

           George laughed. "Obviously not, idiot," He gestured to curse web on his face.

          "And I'm guessing your books haven't helped you much?" Dream picked up a book from the desk and flipped through the pages.

         "You're so annoying," George snatched the book from his hand and put it back.

         "If I was, I'm sure you would've kicked me out by now,"

         "I'm thinking about it. Don't tempt me," he said. Dream laughed as George's smile contradicted himself.

         "Well?" George said

         "Well, what?"

         "Tell me oh Love Master, how am I supposed to know if I'm in love" George stood next to him with a teasing smirk on his face that make the knight chuckle.

         Dream sighed, "I don't know, you're kinda putting me on the spot here,"

         "You don't know?" George crossed his arms, "I thought you were the expert here. You can't make fun of me if you can't explain it yourself,"

         "I do know," he responded, "I just don't know how to describe it."

         "Try," George said, more of a plead than a command.

         "I will, just give me a second," Dream said and leaned back on the chair to look at the ceiling.

         George sat on the desk and waited patiently next to him.

         Dream thought for a moment, "It's kinda like... hot chocolate,"

         "Hot chocolate?"

         "Yeah?" Dream questioned himself.

         "I need a little bit more explanation than that, Dream,"