royal amnesia | dreamnotfound

2- questions

i stare awkwardly at dream. "oh... i uhh- i didn't know-"

dream laughs, a little sadly. "it's okay. i've already got someone setting up a room across the hall. i thought you might want some time to yourself."

i nod my head. "thank you, but..." i pull my other boot off and move to pick them up. dream grabs them and takes them to the closet as I stay seated on the bed. the door swings open revealing a walk-in. each side is full of clothes, one though, seems to be clothes a little smaller than what dream might be able to fit into.

"but?" dream asks, closing the closet softly.

i look up at his bright green eyes. he blinks, waiting for my response.

"i was hoping you could answer some of my questions?"

he smiles. "of course george." he says my name so softly it makes my heart flutter.

"i'm sorry..." i mumble.

his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "what do you mean?"

"just... you seem like a really lovely person, like someone that really shouldn't be forgotten."

his confused expression pulls into a grief stricken one.

"it's-" his voice breaks and he clears his throat quickly. "it's not your fault."

i pull my hands into my lap and play with my fingers. "i know..."

a silence rests between us and i look back up at dream. his eyes scan my face sadly. my jaw slightly slackens as i realize dream has a tear on his cheek. i pull my fingers up to his face and wipe it away. he grabs my wrist softly before i can pull away.

i gasp quietly.

"can i just- just stay here for a minute." he closes his eyes and leans into my hand. i hold his face gently. it feels intimate. i lightly brush his cheek with my thumb and he sighs. i notice a faint sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks and nose.

dream really was beautiful, especially in my hand like this.

my heart pounds and slowly he lets my hand fall away.

he sorrowfully smiles. "thank you."

i fight the urge to apologize again.

dream breaks the silence, and the atmosphere around us. "i had someone draw you a bath. i'll show you where. get cleaned up and then i can answer some of your questions. okay?"

"that... sounds great," i breathe out.

he pulls the closet door open again and grabs some clothes from the side i had presumed was my clothing.

"you can wear these when you get out. there should be towels waiting for you." he leads me two doors down the hall and into a steamy bathroom. "ring this bell if you need any help. a servant will be available for you at all times."

"thank you."

he smiles that sad smile that i had grown accustomed to. "don't take too long." he winks.

the door closes gently and i set my clothes on a table.

the bath is foaming with bubbles and smells delicious. a container or two of soap are next to the bath. i slowly strip my clothes and step into the warm bath. i sink into it and sigh with relief.

this feels right.

i'm slow to getting out after scrubbing every inch of my body three times over. the bath water was just so warm, but dream told me not to take too long.