something stupid || dnf royalty AU ||

Epilogue

One week after Dream's "disappearance"

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George was in bed. He hadn't really left his bed since Dream had escaped.

The day after he had, the castle was in mayhem. Everyone was looking for him even search parties went out. But Dream was long gone by then. Far far away. And not a soul knew where he had gone.

Currently, George was alone. He had demanded to be left alone. He refused to speak to anyone. Even Karl. He held Dream's ring in his hand like a life line. He was under his covers, still in his pajamas well into the middle of the day.

He couldn't help it. It wasn't his fault- just when he thought his life was getting better, that he had something for himself, everything fell apart.

Honestly, what had he expected? He had decided that he was the universe's least favorite.

He let himself waste away in his room. He wasn't reading or playing the lyre and he didn't dare leave his room to practice archery.

The view from his window hurt. He couldn't bare to look over the garden. He could hardly stand his own room with how many memories it held.

His self pity was interrupted by a gentle almost nervous sounding knock at his door. From the knock itself, George tried to figure out who might be behind the door, Karl and Sapnap both knocked differently. And his mother wouldn't have bothered.

He realizes it's odd to memorize how people knock, but it's something you get used to when people are always at your door. He figured, whoever it was, was well aware he didn't want to be bothered. He almost sent them away. But for some god forsaken reason, he sat up.

"Come in." God, George's voice sounded horse. It made sense really, he hadn't spoken in over a week.

Whoever it was stepped inside and he was right, it wasn't Karl or Sapnap. It was-

Fundy?

"Your Highness." He bowed awkwardly. "I'm so sorry to bother you."

"That's alright Fundy. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Well, no. Well actually yes- you see uhm the" he pointed behind him in some random direction "your bird- the one you rescued..."

"Oh. That. What about him? Is he ok?" George asked tiredly.

"He's ok. He's better then ok. Uh- he's actually ready to leave. If you'd like to- because you said you'd like to be there to see him off, but I completely understand if you're busy or uninterested-" George wasn't really in the mood to see anyone or do anything. But Fundy was kind of a grey area. He had nothing to do with Dream's disappearance, he wasn't necessarily trying to make him feel better, and he was too kind for George to turn him away.

"No- no." George had honestly sort of forgotten about the bird. He was pre-occupied. "I'd love to, just- sit down I have to get dressed." He admitted. He couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed by his state of being. He was too drained.

"Of course. Take your time no rush." Fundy rushed sitting down on one of George's chair.

George got dressed and brushed his teeth, ran a hand through his messy locks and splashed a bit of water on his face. When he deemed himself somewhat presentable, he walked out of the bathroom to Fundy. He still had bags under his eyes and his hair was still a mess but he couldn't be bothered to care.