TW: Small mentions of needles
That was until the door creaks open
"Your majesty" as soon as the two heard those two words they immediately separate turning their glances away from each other. They haven't kissed because of the person who came barging in without knocking, the two still missed the tension between them yet felt relieved knowing they could have messed it up.
George looked away, facing his head against the smooth brick white wall placing his palms against his neck biting his lips in awkwardness. He makes a decision finally feeling his chest soften turning his glare back to the door pressing his lips into a thin line raising an eyebrow.
There in front of the door was a maid. He furrowed his brows confused and curious as he sees the maid bow her head slowly closing the door behind her. "Sorry to interrupt your highness, but the queen had requested your presence at the town to measure your fit for your suit for the upcoming ball in the next week" the maid smiled.
Prince George sighed nodding as he waves his hands at the atmosphere softly. "Very well then, I shall be at the halls in a moment. I will do as my mother wishes, now please wait for me outside after I prepare" he spoke politely. The maid only nods bowing her head again as she lifts the two ends of her skirt before leaving the room.
The two lets out a breath in deep relief in secret. They awkwardly look away from each other. "We should get going. I do not want to keep the maid waiting for our presence" the brunet broke the silence as he coughed placing his fist against his mouth walking towards the couch.
He grabs his cape swinging it over on his back as he locks the buttons in front of his chest. The prince turns his head to his knight staring at the wall dumbfounded. George couldn't complain about him getting awkward as he was too. "Dream" he spoke getting the attention of the dirty blond. "Let's go" he muttered smiling slightly as he stepped to the door.
Outside his room stands the Queen and her royal minister who was holding scrolls of different kinds. "Mom" he spoke surprised as he slightly bowed his head keeping his glare on her mom's stare.
Queen Clasha smiles delightful and genuine, "My son oh I am happy that you came outside your room sooner" she spoke pressing her lips on her son's forehead for a second.
George grinned softly before then hearing footsteps behind him. He turned his head to where the footsteps are coming from to see Dream who still had his sword on his side along with his small daggers and armor. His eyes shot open widening when he sees the Queen, he bows "Your highness" he spoke placing his palms on his chest.
The Queen smiled, "Dream you do not mind if you come with us right?" she spoke her smile dropping slightly.
Dream straightens his body tilting his head confused, "Of course but I am quite confused. Royals are the only one allowed in the ball and I am no royal and has no title. Why would I need a suit?" he asks his tone filled with confusion and curiosity.
"Oh, Dream do not be silly. Of course, you are invited to the ball. Not only because you are my son's chosen personal knight but you are also human. I am sure that other guests will find you quite mysterious since you are the first human they have seen in over centuries" she spoke turning her head in the other direction.
She starts walking, "Now come, the carriage is waiting for our arrival outside"
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The Hidden Kingdom of Magic | Dreamnotfound ✔︎
Fantasy[Completed] Young Dream finds himself alone in the woods with nothing but his fighting skills to protect and live, after his parents died because of hunters and his house gets burnt down in the village. As he explores deeper into the woods, he finds...
