It had been a day since George had his conversation with Wilbur and everyone in his circle seemed to be more than happy. George spoke with Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy and explained his situation and current feelings to them in greater detail than he did with Wilbur, even though at some points things became hard to talk about and uncomfortable.
The boys were more than happy to accept George's apology and explanation because, like everyone else who was close to the brunette, they wanted nothing more than for the male to return home unharmed.
George also recalled the memory of Dream ranting to him about how he met Sapnap again and how they grew up together. The Brit would always have the image of the blonde's face imprinted in his mind- the way he smiled so brightly when talking about his childhood best friend was something he never, ever wanted to forget. It was a new side of Dream he got to experience and so it truly did mean a lot to him, even though he didn't know who Sapnap was.
Currently, Dream and George were hanging out in the inside garden. It used to be George's favourite spot growing up in the castle. It held a lot of memories and held great meaning to him and he wanted to share that with his blonde lover. They entrusted each and every single part of themselves to one another, and that fact alone would be enough to keep their love binder together, forever.
The brunette boy was currently tending to some of the flowers as Dream watched from afar, claiming that the glare of the sun against the glass was too much for him to handle, but they both knew that it wasn't true. In fact, the whole reason why they were in the garden, to begin with, to begin with was because of an inevitable decision George was going to face shortly. Ever since the brunette had gotten news that one day when the King's future was declared to the court, he would have to take over and reign over the kingdom as the new King, and not the prince.
As of this morning, the couple figured out that the King was being transported far away to the icy prisons in Alaska where his death sentence would be spoken about, and while part of George was relieved that he wouldn't be here anymore, another part of him felt burdened because now he would have to take over as the new leader of the kingdom. A kingdom that he had seen hell and back with, and a kingdom that his own blood gave sadness to.
George insisted that he should go to the garden just to clear his thoughts, but Dream knew that he was just trying to run away from reality, as he was. Dream knew that being a king, nevertheless having to become one less than three months of being back home, must have had to be weighing on the boy's mind. The blonde felt for the older, and he was possibly more concerned than the other was.
"George," Dream spoke his name softly, not wanting to startle him. He swore that George heard him because the boy's ears twitched in the slightest, but he continued to do what he was doing. "Georgie," Dream said again, this time a bit louder. The brunette stilled, his gaze drifting over to the taller. "What?" he croaked out harsher than intended, but Dream took no offense to it. "Come here," he beckoned, pushing himself up from his seating position. George contemplated it for a moment before slowly walking over to the taller.
"C'mere," said the blonde again, pulling the brunette onto his lap carefully. "What?" George asked, turning his head to face the boy. The green-eyed boy just smiled, smothering the smaller one with soft kisses. "Stop," the brit protested, but the faint smile on his face told the American otherwise. "Tell me what's going on in that pretty, little head of yours," said Dream, clasping the boy's hand into his own. George's smile faltered, and a sigh followed.
His eyes averted to the blue skies up above, not a single cloud in sight. "It's just.. I don't know how I feel about, becoming the king. Like, I know it's tradition or whatever, but I'm not suited for it at all. I have no sense of leadership and it's overall too much of a big responsibility for someone like me. And everything's happening so quickly, I just.. I just can't seem to get ahold of myself," George spoke slowly as his eyebrows furrowed, trying to collect his thoughts and true feelings.
Dream listened carefully at what the brunette had to say, and when he was done, he hummed quietly under his breath to show that he was still paying attention to him. The green-eyed boy parted his lips to speak, but before he could, Eret approached them.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt," he said, "but there's something we need to talk about." His gaze was fixed particularly on George and the latter swallowed, because this could only mean one thing. "George," Eret began, not knowing how to explain to the other what he already knew. The brit bit his lip. "Tomorrow," he said, causing the couple to exchange worried glances. Dream cleared his throat. "Sorry, what? Surely there's been some type of misunderstanding—" he began, not liking the amount of pressure the boy was starting to add to his lover.
"It's not a misunderstanding. I've spoken with the council hundredths of times in an attempt to have them postpone it, but this is as long as it can go," he addressed.
"Tomorrow, George, you will officially become and be crowned King George."
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HELLOOO EVERYONE!! ITS BEEN SO LONGG IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING :[[
It's exam time again (ik that horrible time of the year 😒) and I haven't gotten the time to write as much lately. I'm going to try and wrap up this story within the next few weeks or so because I have a story in my drafts that I am DYING to get started on!
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