Clays pov
I watch as George sits down next to Johnathan at the dinner table, as the caption of guards I am invited to royal diners as well as politic idiots.
I sit next to the kings girlfriend and she smiles at me, "your quite charming aren't you" she says placing her hand on mine, "thank you" I smile and move my hand she does too.
George is talking to his brother, I'm glad they're getting along again.
George looks at me, we begin to eat dinner, all of us talking.
"Alright, I would like to make a toast" George's dad's says, everyone goes quiet, "to a mother, a sister, a wife, lily davidson" the king raises his class.
I notice george and Johnathans faces change, a wave of sadness taking over here eyes and facial expressions.
Everyone raises there wine glass and takes a sip, except george who does it more faintly.
I put my glass down, George stands, "where are you going?" His dad asks in a angry tone, "bathroom" George says.
I watch as he walks off, most of the table silent.
"I'll go deal with him" his dad stands, "I'll do it your majesty" I say standing and walk off before the king can say anything else.
I make my way to a bathroom and knock on the door softly.
No answer, I go to open the door but it's locked, "George" I whisper, no answer.
"George?" I say again, no answer, "George open the door" I say again.
George's pov
SELF HARM WARNING ⚠️
I stare down at my bloody wrists and the knife from dinner in my hand.
Tears leave my eyes uncontrollably.
I feel the urge to take all the pills in the small bottle next to the bathroom sink.
I don't know why it's there it just is.
"George open the door" clay says again more louder this time.
I pull my sleeves over my bloody wrists and stand slowly wiping my tears away with my hand.
"I'm not going to leave until you open the door" clay says.
I look at myself in the mirror seeing a failure.
I unlock the door and it opens almost immediately.
Clays looks at me, then pulls me into a hug, I hug back.
Now numb and unable to cry.
The fabric of my blouse under my suit jacket makes my wrists burn.
I ignore the pain and clay pulls away, I notice the knife from dinner on the ground and quickly kick in behind something so clay can't see.
"Are you ok?" He whispers, I nod.
"Do you want to go back?" He asks, "not really" I laugh, he smiles, "well it's only for a little then we can go" he says.
I look at myself in the mirror, I don't look that much of a mess now.
"Ok" I whisper, he leans down and I lean up pressing our lips together, I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds my waist.
We walk back to dinner, clay places his hand on my back lightly for comfort then we separate and sit in our places.
Everyone's stopped to look at me or clay but soon carry on talking.
