something stupid || dnf royalty AU ||

part one || chapter seven

George awoke alone in his bed. His head pounded with an unfamiliar sensation. It was like a migraine and a fever had a child. He sighed and tried to remember all of last night. Near the time of the bonfire, things started to get blurry. He saw on his nightstand was a glass of water. He didn't question it just drank. It only made him feel a little better. He sighed again flopping back onto the bed.

He closed his eyes and just tried to fall back asleep when there was a knock at the door and Karl was calling out to him

"Your Highness! I'm coming in." He opened the door and found George on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"You're awake." Karl said happily.

"I wish I wasn't."

Karl laughed "I saw Clay this morning- he said he's gonna bring us up breakfast in a bit."

"Ugh." George threw the blanket over his head as he groaned "just leave me here to die."

Karl giggled again. "Let's get you in a bath."

Karl prepared the bath. While he was washing the Prince's hair, he leaned forward and smelt him.

"What the- you smell like a campfire." He said

"Is that so?"

"Yeah..." Karl said suspiciously. George didn't bother responding his head was pounding and he felt like death. "Are you feeling alright George?"

"Not really." George admitted. "I- I don't want Clay seeing me like this."

"Like this?"

George sighed. He didn't have the energy to lie. Or come up with some elaborate excuse. He just told Karl everything that happened last night. But he left out some of the more... sensitive events that took place.

"Y-you're hungover?" Karl asked with mirth in his voice

"Yes."

"Well you always were bad at holding your alcohol." he joked.

George huffed "Just- when Clay gets here just tell him to go away."

Karl smiled and teased him "You sure? I'm sure he'd looove to help you feel better."

He grit his teeth "Karl I think I might behead you."

"I can't wait your Highness."

He laughed and handed George the soap and sponge. He left the bathroom. George grumbled some nonsense as he scrubbed himself clean of the smell of last night.

When he got out of the bath, he requested Karl pick his most comfortable clothing. He put on the outfit and immediately fell back into his bed. He groaned.

"It hurts."

"I know Georgie."

There was a knock at the door and Karl opened it to find Dream holding breakfast for both him and George. "Good morning Karl." he said bowing his head a bit

"Good morning Dream. Erm- George isn't feeling well this morning he's requested to stay in his room today. Or at least as long as he is able."

Dream couldn't help but smile a bit "I understand. Will you take his and your breakfast?"

"Of course!" Karl took the tray of plates and drinks before saying goodbye and closing the door.

"You know-" Karl started putting the plates on the table "you could be a bit nicer to him. He did bring us breakfast and it looks like he even made your drink special for your- illness."

George took the glass Karl handed him and looked at its contents. Orange juice, egg, honey. It was a hangover recipe. Dream knew. He grimaced to himself a bit and drank.