something stupid || dnf royalty AU ||

part one || chapter six

For the third night in a row, Dream stood in front of the vines that lead so perfectly to George's room. He took a breath and started climbing. Each step he took was almost teasing him with what he was headed towards. His horse was waiting on the ground below patiently. He reached the top and hopped over the railing and landed on his feet softly. He opened one of the glass doors and stepped inside George's room. At first, the Prince was no where to be found but after a second he walked out from around the corner

"You're here" he breathed

"I am" Clay responded. He looked at George's clothing up and down. And he smiled "is that what you're wearing into town your highness?"

"I-" George looked down at his outfit "is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Well not exactly, you look nice. Lovely even. But if the objective is discretion, I'd advise wearing something less... regal."

"I suppose you're right."

"Let's see-" Dream walked into George's closet and scanned the racks and shelves for something a little more appropriate. He found a pair of dark pair of pants and a simple tan shirt along with a cloak. He handed the outfit to George and smiled.

"This might help you fit in more."

George took the pile of clothes and looked at Dream expectantly. 

"Well, turn around."

"Ah! Yes!" Dream immediately turned and walked away from the closet towards the balcony door. After a few moments, George cleared his throat and Dream turned and was shocked to see just how appealing George looked in the outfit he has picked.

"You look good." Dream told him

"Thank you."

Dream opened the balcony door and stepped aside for George "You ready?"

"Yes." George responded as he walked out the door onto the balcony, the fresh air filled his lungs and made him feel alive. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he loved the rush he got.

He swung his leg over the balcony and they both began their decent. When they reached the ground, Dream grabbed the reins on his horse and lead him to George.

"This is Samson." He whispered "he'll be our escort for the evening."

George smiled and held out his hand for Samson to investigate "He's pretty."

"Hmm" Dream hummed. He helped George onto the saddle and then hopped on himself behind George. He reached around him to grab the reins and lead his horse out of the garden and towards the town. Dream's cloak made noise as it flapped behind them while they road. They didn't say anything to each other and they reached the town in no time.

The sound of music and boisterous voices came into earshot as they road closer town. George leaned forward a bit as they entered the village to see more. Dream laughed a little "Excited?" He asked with mirth in his voice

"yes." George said hardly paying attention to him.

They rode over to the communal post where you're meant to tie up horses and Dream hopped off first to tie him up. He helped George down as they made their way deeper into the town's festival.

"I apologize, but I don't think calling you by any of your your titles is a good idea while we're here."

"Just George then." George said simply.

"George." Dream answered back.

There were a variety of food stalls set up all cooking different meals and wafting different delicious smells into the street. There were a bunch of craftsmen and women all selling different beautiful handmade goods. There was a band on the street playing loud, quick paced music that many people were dancing to; along with many other attractions and such.