George POV:
The quietest knock on our front door jolts me awake. I tip toe out into the night, opening the door to reveal my husband's worst enemy.
"Schlatt."
"Prince George!"
He bows down, gasping. I usually deny all acts of niceness because of my title, but I allow him to this time.
"I am going door to door openly campaigning."
My eyebrows raise.
"That is new."
"Honestly it is kind of draining. But I am chasing what I was, and you know what?"
"What?"
"I learned that from your husband."
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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...
