It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

80. Fast forward.

It had been almost two weeks since the previous events and ever since, King Philza had been down in the dark and cold dungeons that George was once in, being interrogated day and night, every waking second.

Speaking of King Philza, George hadn't been able to face him again ever since that day. He'd try to bottle up enough courage to speak to him, but every time he found himself outside the heavy metal dungeons doors, his fists curled into balls at his sides as he wondered if this is what he wanted. He wanted to ask why exactly he had his men kill their entire family, but in some sense, George wanted to leave it alone; let his family's soul rest after so many years of pain. At least they could completely let go and move over to the other side now that their murderer was caught and held accountable for his actions.

It was all the same for George— even though he was curious as to why his father had executed such an action, he had spent so many years mourning and grieving them, blaming himself for their deaths, and even now, it still hurt to think about even though he now knew that it wasn't his fault. It would be a lot of pain and trauma to have to re-live, and George wasn't sure if he was ready, nevertheless okay, to go down that path.

Though it was difficult and George was torn between his choices, after most parts of Dream's backstory were willingly exposed to society, he was a regular citizen with a debt to pay, because even though what he was doing was an act of revenge and loyalty, that didn't excuse all the lives he took and all the places he robbed. In conclusion, Dream was there for George through thick and thin, at least he was there for the boy as much as the latter would let him be. He knew that George needed time by himself as well to think about things on his own and he respected that because he knew that the Brit would go to him anytime he needed someone.

As for around the castle, George was on the scale of whether or not he would be declared the new King— it all depended on how the sessions with Philza went. This was also something that had been weighing heavily on his mind because he didn't know if he could handle such a big responsibility. After everything that had happened up until now, time seemed to be moving quicker than he could grab it, blending in with the day before. It was all too much too fast, and he wasn't sure how much he could take before he broke and shattered into pieces all over again.

Nevertheless, he held his head up high. He wasn't going to let his spirits spiral out of control all because of his father. Even though that's exactly what was happening, he wouldn't let it bring him down, no matter what. According to how things were going, people were going to need him and start depending on him, so he needed to be prepared for that. One way or another, it didn't make a difference, because if Philza got clearance and continued being King, that would still make George the prince, and that's just as much of a big responsibility compared to being an official leader.

All above this, there was one factor that seemed to somehow bother George the most. His friends. George hadn't seen any of them since the ceremony and he could only guess that they were trying to avoid him for now. The brunette boy couldn't blame them for that, but he wished that they came around once or twice. He conversed a lot with Dream and Eret, along with a couple of the guards who kept on the watch out for him and who questioned him, but other than that George hadn't seen or spoken to anyone else.

The last person outside the zone who he had talked with would've been Wilbur, and the look that he gave George that day he stood up for himself was fresh in the boy's memory, and every time he thought about it, he wanted to go rushing out the door, find the tall British boy and ask him what that look was for. Most of all, he wanted to know what the male had thought about him now. There was much doubt in his mind that things could go back to how they were between them completely, but George held out some hope.

George had been in such deep thought that he didn't feel the soft touches of Dream's palm caressing his shoulder, and when he blinked confusingly up at him, the blonde smiled sweetly, sitting down next to his lover on the soft, cushioned couches. "You okay?" he murmured in question, rubbing small circles into the palm of the older's hand. George barely managed a nod, a sigh stringing out from his lips. Dream cocked an eyebrow at this, gently nudging his side as if to tell him what was going through his head. George, getting the message, rolled his eyes but spoke anyway.

"It's just— I've been thinking about Wilbur and what I would say to him the next time I get to see him. I mean, surely he hates me now, right?" George said, sounding as though he was talking to himself rather than Dream. "After everything that I must have put him through during these past few months. And not just him, the other guys too—" he continued, but the blonde boy was already shaking his head in disagreement before he could finish, bringing the other's pale hand up to his mouth to place a small kiss against the skin.

"He doesn't hate you, George. I see how he looks at you. You mean a lot to him, and his feelings about you wouldn't switch overnight all because of a huge misunderstanding," Dream spoke, his eyes glued to where he had kissed ever so delicately. George blushed at this, tearing his gaze away from the sight. "I don't know. I guess I don't know how I'm ever gonna face any of them yet," he said. Dream hummed, understanding how the boy was feeling. "Well, it's always better to do it now rather than later," the green-eyed boy said, his tone suggestive. George cocked an eyebrow at this.

"What are you saying, Dream?" he asked suspiciously, and the male just smiled at him before continuing, "I think you should see him sometime today, George." The older stared at the taller with a thoughtful expression, because it had been something he considered every day, but just never had the courage to do, either. "I mean.." he began, trailing off. Dream noticed the hesitation in his voice and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I'm not saying you have to right now, take your time. But think about if Wilbur's waiting for you or not," the emerald-eyed boy encouraged, pulling away before the other could respond.

Dream was already turning his back as George barely muttered, "Where are you going?" The blonde glanced back at him, that same caring smile on his face. "I'm supposed to be having another meeting with some of the guards but I think, what was her name again, I think it was Niki. Yeah, her. She's gonna be there so this is a really important one that I shouldn't be late for," he explained.

"Oh," George stated, unsure. "Okay."

Dream's smile widened a bit before he was completely stepping away, leaving the brit to think about the conversation.

George hummed, fidgeting with his hand before inhaling sharply, standing up in the process. He marched out the room, making a beeline for where he knew Wilbur would be. The training room.

He was going to talk to Wilbur and fill in all the gaps the latter was missing because he knew that he owed it to the boy.

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