The Prince In France

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They both get out. "Well let's go, mate!" They both walked into the city. Everyone was whispering. "That's the king!" Clay waves at them. Clay sees the butler Nick. "Hello sir, how can I help?" Clay looks at George then at Nick. "Nick.. please take George to the guest room.. that can be his room." George smiles. "Oh thank you!" George was really appreciated. Nick takes George to the guest room. "There you go, it's pretty big." George smiles. "Thank you Nick." Nick smiles. "Anytime!" He leaves to go get food ready. George unpacks his things. "Oh mother.. you see I'm happier out here.." Karl the maid goes to him. "George?" "Dinner is ready" George looks at him. "Oh okay.." Karl goes to him and lifts his chin up. "Hey are you alright?" George nods. "Yes..just thinking about my mother on what she said." Karl smiles. "Alright George.. now you should go or the king will be upset" George leaves to go to the kitchen and he sits at the table. "Hello George, do you like your new room?" Clay says grabbing food. George smiles. "Why yes..I do" Clay eats. "That's great!" George looks at the food. "What's this? "We don't have this in the UK" Clay chuckles. "It's a special kind of bread" George says oh silently. He grabs one and tries it. "Ooh it's good!" Clay smiles and blushes. He thought to himself. "Step out of it Clay.. you just met him!" After dinner they all went to bed. George couldn't sleep at all. He kept thinking about his mother. He wakes up; sweating and breathing heavily. He wipes the sweat and goes to Clay. One of the guards stopped him named Luke. "Hey what are you doing?" George looks up at him. "I can't sleep..can I sleep with Clay?" Luke thinks about it like he's nuts. "Okay fine." He opens the door for him.