royal amnesia | dreamnotfound

7- remembering

"you remembered something?" dream asks incredulously, scooting towards me with a smile. "what did you remember?"

my eyebrows scrunch in concentration, making sure i don't forget. "we were arguing."

dream wilts. "oh."

"well, i mean," i quickly grab his hand and squeeze it. "it wasn't bad. you told me that i was important to you. i said the same thing and you asked me to prove it. to prove that you were important?"

dream looks at me, trying to recall. "why did you remember that?"

"it might've been something you said."

dream perks up. "really? if i say something else will you remember it?"

"i don't know." i shrug.

"what about, 'i love you'." dream smiles expectantly.

i focus on his words. i'm sure he has told me many times that he loves me, but it doesn't ring anything in my mind.

it was the tone, the way he said it, that really struck my mind before. but now, just causally saying 'i love you', didn't bring any moment to mind, besides when he said it just now.

i shake my head. "nothing."

"what if i kiss you? will you remember then?"

i look up at him. "you're just trying to kiss me now."

dream scoffs. "what if i am?"

i fold my arms across my chest. "then i would be uncomfortable. you've already kissed me once without permission this week."

dream frowns. "i've waited two years george. cut me some slack."

i sigh. "i'm going to bed." i slowly get on my feet and dream follows me to the door.

"goodnight kiss?" he asks, with a twinkle of humor in his eyes.

"oh dream," i grab the collar of his pajama shirt and tug him to my level. dream's eyes go wide. i plant a gentle kiss on his freckled cheek and pull away. "good night."

dream's red face is the last thing i see before heading to my room, an embarrassed grin on my face.

***

the day after the celebration was full of servants cleaning anything and everything throughout the entire castle. the town was bustling with the same energy, the merchants and commoners scrambling to reassemble the regular look of the town.

i wake up late, and only because karl comes in with breakfast. he smiles at me and hands me a stack of pancakes on a tray with milk. i groggily sit up as he pulls open the blinds.

"good morning prince george. would you like me start a bath for you?"

i squint at him and rub my eyes. "what time is it," i ask, voice low.

"it's an hour to noon prince. you went to bed late last night, but dream requested i wake you up before you slept the day away."

i roll my eyes, scoffing and taking a sip of the water on my bedside table. "tell dream that i can make my own decisions."

karl smiles. "i recommend you tell him yourself."

i look down at my plate.

"a bath then?" karl asks, moving to leave.

"do i usually eat my breakfast in bed?"

karl stops and moves back to the window. "yes?"

"so i never eat breakfast in the dining room?"