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{𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓾𝓻 - 𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓫𝓾𝓻}

do note, this one was written by me (mari lol), i just wanted to try out a new aesthetic :D

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He sat by the lake, his circlet-like crown on the ground next to him. He wore commoner's clothing, but George knew he couldn't be a boy from town. He was too pretty for that.

George had been wandering around the lake for hours, thinking of things. He sighed and kicked a rock, hitting the boy with the crown. He looked at where the stone hit, seeming rather disconnected to what had happened.

Seeing the pretty boy's face, George gasped quietly, bowing almost immediately. "I'm terribly sorry, your highness..." God, George was an idiot: he hit the goddamn prince...

The prince looked up and George's face, looking tired and... uncomfortable? "Oh- it's fine, please don't worry about it. And, erm, you don't have to bow-"

"Yes, sir.." George stiffly stood up straight. It was awfully peculiar, George thought, for the prince not wishing traditionally mandated respects to be paid.

The prince turned to look back at the lake, still seeming quite tense or uncomfortable or just something. George still wasn't sure at all. The distressed royal sighed, wrapping his fingers around the crown next to him. "...call me Wilbur, won't you?" He turned to George, a plead clear in his eyes.

George nodded slowly. "Of course, your- Wilbur."

Wilbur smiled ever so slightly, looking a little less disquieted.

The two remained in silence, observing the serene lake as they grew accustomed to each other's presence. George knew this scene would forever stay in the back of his mind, perfectly pristine until the day he died.

Out of the corner of his eye, George saw Wilbur moving his crown from the ground to his lap, turning it over and around in his hands. He looked over at George. "You never told me your name, did you?"

"I- no, I didn't..." George mumbled. "...it's George."

Wilbur went quiet for a little while, his breathing staying even. "...George... that's a very pretty name."

God, Wilbur made such an ordinary name sound so enchanting.

"Thank you..." George found his cheeks growing warm at the compliment.

"It's my pleasure." Wilbur smiled softly, gripping his crown so tightly that his knuckles went white.

"Si- Wilbur? Uhm, are you alright...?" George whispered, his eyes resting on the prince's strained knuckles.

"Hm?" Wilbur looked from George to his own knuckles. "Oh. I'm fine, don't worry. Just a little stressed is all." He loosened his grip, knuckles taking their normal colour.

George's expression darkened ever so slightly, his heavy breathing becoming more noticeable. "Of course..." he went silent for a moment. "Is there any way I could assist?"

Wilbur looked to George, furrowing his brow. "You want to help me? Or is it that I'm the prince?"

George looked out over the lake once more. Did he genuinely want to help Wilbur? Or was it just his sense of duty to the crown? He wasn't sure.

The stillness surrounding the two boys lasted for something akin to an eternity, the mere knowledge of each other's presence making the air heavy with unspoken curiosity and the desire to learn the gears turning in each other's minds.

"George?" Wilbur whispered, breaking the silence that had lingered between them.

"Yes?"

Wilbur exhaled shakily. "What's it like outside the castle...? In the town, I mean."

"Well," George began, his voice soft, "It's kind of hectic, but in a calm sort of way. There's always some sort of business running, be it the tavern or the messengers. Everyone knows each other, too. You could point to anyone in town and I could tell you their name."

"That sounds wonderful... it's very different from what it's like in the castle, from the sound of it. The only people you'll ever see in the halls are advisors and guards, maybe the occasional servant or maid..." Wilbur trailed off, his gaze wandering to the castle, looking cryptic and majestic upon a cliff overlooking the dark Aequoreal Sea.

 "It must be amazing, having the world at your fingertips." George looked to Wilbur, memorizing the scene.

Wilbur turned to look at George again, a sad, solemn look in his eyes. "Not when you have no one to share it with."

"Even with all the people in the castle? With whatever pretty girl catches your fancy?"

"The staff and the court aren't there to keep me company. I don't want a pretty girl. I want someone who doesn't see me as my crown, as my title. I want someone who sees me as a friend, as Wilbur-"

"Would you let me see you as that? As a friend?" George blurted, hating to see Wilbur so bitter against everything.

The prince's expression turned from bitter solemnity to surprised relief. "Really? You're not just pitying me, are you?"

"Of course not- I want to be friends with you... or try, at least," George murmured, finally sitting down, rather close to Wilbur.

Wilbur leaned against George's shoulder slightly, a sigh of relief escaping him. "Thank you... you have no idea how much that means to me."

"It's no problem."

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After a time, it became quite common for the two to spend hours on end on the shore of the lake, as well as that of the sea. They'd talk about almost anything, from some affair between someone in court and one of the servants to who bought what kind of bread in the town's bakery.

Nearly a year after their first meeting, they found themselves walking along the shore of the lake, talking about everything and nothing.

"Wil? I have a question," George said, bending down to pick up a piece of dark orange sea glass.

"Yeah?" Wilbur responded, stopping to wait for George.

"Could you tell me why you're never interested in the princesses you meet?" George asked, standing back up and looking up at Wilbur from his piece of sea glass.

Wilbur stayed quiet for a moment, his golden-brown eyes resting anywhere but George's face. "I, erm- I don't really like ladies as much..."

"You- oh-" George stood there, looking shocked and surprised, his face giving hints of a thousand things he wanted to say, but was too scared to.

Wilbur looked away, taking George's lacking response as discomfort. "I shouldn'tve said anything. I'm sorry..."

"No, no! It's fine, completely fine, I don't like ladies at all-" George said, his words slurring slightly because of how quickly he said it.

Then it was Wilbur's turn to be surprised, his cheeks going a pale shade of rose. "Oh."

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