something stupid || dnf royalty AU ||

part one || chapter five

Dream exhaled shakily while standing in front of the wall that had all the thick vines leading to Prince George's balcony.

this is fucking crazy

He started to climb each step bringing him closer to his prince. He did want to see him and he had no idea what else to expect for tonight. It was well past the designated hours to be awake and Clay had a small concern in the back of his head that told him George might not even be awake. He might not have meant what he said and it was just the wine he drank at dinner. Though, he hardly even had two glasses. But maybe hadn't meant tonight.

All his thoughts were brought to an abrupt end as he reached George's balcony for the second night in a row. He softly hops over the railing careful not to make much noise and walks over to the french doors. He quietly opens one and slips inside silent as a mouse. He makes his way to George's seemingly sleeping figure. But the figure stirs at the sound of his boots padding across the floor. Prince George jolts and sat up quickly with a small gasp. Dream took off his hood

"It's me" he whispered and George immediately relaxed

"I was waiting for you. But you're so quiet you scared me."

"I'm sorry your Highness."

"hmm that's alright. I'm glad you came. Part of me thought you might not. considering-"

"I'm no coward your Majesty"

George shivered at that title. He wasn't king yet but hearing that come from Dreams mouth, his voice, god that voice. It did something to him. "Will you- do something for me?"

"Of course. Anything."

"R-read to me."

"Sure. Where is your book?"

"The desk"

Dream walked to the desk and scanned it with his eyes before grabbing Frankenstein. "Do you remember where we left off?" Dream asked picking up a chair with his free arm and setting it next to George's bed.

"He was at the party. All of his friends were there and he was dancing."

"mmm" Dream responded flipping through the pages. "ah- ok here. Ready?"

George nodded getting comfortable in his bed.

"seven. On my return, I found the following letter from my father- 'my dear victor,- you have probably waited impatiently for a letter to fix the date of your return to us; and I-" And Dream went on and on his beautiful voice a gentle husky whisper in George's room. George laid on his side his head on his pillow as he listened intently to Clay read.

He wanted more though. He was a selfish bratty Prince who wanted more of Dream.

"-as I drew nearer home, grief and fear again overcame me. Night also closed-"

"Dream" George whispered interrupting after only two or three pages. But Dream didn't seem upset, he stopped reading and responded immediately

"yes Prince George?"

"can i- will you- " George realized he didn't necessarily have a specific request. It was more of a feeling. A feeling of want. Or perhaps greed. He was greedy but also prideful. He couldn't ask for this. He shouldn't even want this. But to be fair Dream shouldn't even be in his room. So he just silently moved his hand from under the fluffy duvet cover and presented it to Dream palm down but lifted off the bed slightly. Dream looked confused for a second before giving George his hand. His hands were much colder and rougher than George's, but George couldn't find it in himself to care. In fact he found himself enjoying the sensation and rubbed his thumb on Dreams skin gently. He even found himself enjoying the cold sting of Dream's ring.