George POV:
I am called to the thrown room for an important meeting. My parents and the best trusted guards are present. What can it be this time.
"We have someone for you to meet. Someone very important!"
My mom smiles and says everything with glee.
I could care less. I could care more about my possibly deceased lover. Covered in red. Killed by a redcoat.
And the blood is on my hands. The blood is on my parent's hands. And soon it will be covering mine. All in the history of Britain.
My parents guide me to the entrance. Opening the giant doors to reveal the flight of stairs. And something I could have never imagined.
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
