Silent Ruler [DNF]

Chapter 25: Aluminum

Going over every single thing the Ethan could've referred to kept George's mind roaming wild and it was set to start tomorrow. George and Ethan were scheduled to hold a combined speech. George hated speeches.

The guard attire laid on the floor and Dream had occupied most of George bed and stared lazily at the ceiling while George removed all his excessive rings, bracelets and the crown.

"I gotta say, your fascination with jewelry is weird. Although yours look really good. But your brother's – yikes." Dream muttered.

George scoffed playfully. "Since when are you a clothing critic?"

"Oh c'mon, Georgie. Did you see that hideous chain he's wearing?" Dream countered.

"I was a little occupied by the meeting to critique necklaces."

"Well, it should've been a dress code violation. Big tacky thing with what I assume was a ruby in the middle." Dream paused and ran his fingers down George's back, which was awfully distracting gesture and George was sure that Dream knew the exact effect it had. "– Plus, his guard had done an awful job polishing it."

Finally, all the jewelry was off, and George turned around and unannounced jumped on top of Dream's chest. George quirked his eyebrow at the blonde who had a giddy smirk plastered across his tanned face. "What?" Arms quickly hugged around his waist, making George's heart leap.

"I just can't believe that I've kicked the shit out of a literal king." Dream mumbled teasingly.

"And had the shit kicked out of you by a literal king, or the crown prince actually." George shot back.

Dream waved it off and proceeded to run his fingers through George's hair. Before meeting Dream, George never knew just how much he loved physical affection. Like the simple act of having someone run their fingers through his hair was such an addictive sensation. Eventually he caved to the touch and allowed his head to rest on Dream's chest.

"Ever thought about what you'll do when this is over?" The blonde whispered.

Your end will be their beginning. As on que, the saying appeared in his head. A part of him wanted to tell Dream about it but knew that it could be interpreted badly.

Of course he'd thought about it but the only thing he had concluded was that he would resign as king. He wasn't made for such a title. Living in, or near the cave was definitely a desirable option. Although everywhere that wasn't the castle was honestly a more desirable option.

"Only thing I know is that I'll resign." The only honest answer he could give. "And you? Focus on becoming a fashion designer or jewelry maker?" George joked.

Dream huffed. "Yeah and burn that bloody necklace. I thought you guys wasn't allowed to wear colors anyways?"

"What do you mean?" George responded with furrowed brows.

"I'm sure that it was like a red ruby in the middle of that necklace."

Right there and then was it as if all the details of the bigger picture suddenly cleared. George cursed himself for not register earlier the necklace description. Ethan was greatly aware of his looks. Everything he wore was carefully picked out. There was only one necklace that matched the description and was something that his brother willingly would wear:

Their dad's old redstone necklace.

An atrocious thing according to George. He never paid it much attention but recalled its links being made from aluminum for some unexplained reason. His dad always had it on and George remembered how much important his dad found it to be that Ethan inherited that specific necklace.