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your majesty

A/N: i'm not a heavy dnfer anymore. i barely watch george. but i've decided to start writing this book again, simply because i felt like it. i kept this chapter secret since i discontinued the book, it's a pretty long one so i hope you enjoy <3

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George laid on his throne. He was bored. There had been no excitement in his kingdom since Dream left. Just mushrooms being stolen from the swamps and small arguments between villagers that George could easily end. Oh, how he missed the way he was held. The way the tall blond would run his fingers so delicately down his jaw as if it would shatter like thin glass. The way his soft lips would plant gentle pecks all over his face. Their secret meetups in the forest were George's favourite thing. It was where nobody would see them; they were free to do what they wanted, alone in the trees.

The day Dream vanished, 3 years ago, George cried. He hadn't even left a note, or told George where he was going. George had assumed he just wasn't important anymore — just a minor event in Dream's major life.

George jumped when the door to his castle opened, his mushroom hat falling off his head and being caught around his neck by the green vine attached to it. He sat up straight and cleared his throat as two of his guards walked in, dragging someone behind them. The person's head was down, a hoodie draped over their hair and face, making them unidentifiable. They hung limply, their elbows linked under the guards'. He was dropped to his knees in front of the steps leading to the throne.

"Guards, who is this I see before me?" asked George. The guard named Karl just shrugged. "We found him by the Gold Lake, cleaning his sword." The other guard, Sapnap, dropped a netherite sword he was holding as he had walked in, the weapon clanging when it hit the ground. George stood up and walked down the steps, stopping in front of the intruder. George leaned over and picked up the sword, inspecting it carefully. It was slightly damaged, a few blood stains scattering the cold metal. Not human blood, animal blood. He turned his gaze to the person kneeling before him.

He gently placed his hand under their chin and slowly lifted their head up so he could see their face. The person was wearing a round white mask, cracked and dirty, with a fading smiley face in the centre. A large chunk had been broken off the left side, revealing a bright green eye, staring back at George. George's whole body froze in disbelief.

"Karl, Sapnap, you are dismissed," he said, not taking his eyes off the man. "Sapnap," he heard Sapnap's footsteps stop, "take this to the weapons room, and have the blacksmiths fix it up, please." He held out the sword, and felt it being taken out of his hand. As soon as the doors closed, George fell to his knees. He ran his finger along the smile of the mask. "Dream?" He looked back at the eye. It just stared at him for a moment. Then the man lifted his hood and undid the clasp of his mask, letting it fall to the floor.

"Hello, your majesty," said Dream.

George leapt forward and wrapped his arms around Dream, silently sobbing into his shoulder. He felt Dream's arms snake around his torso, rubbing small circles on his back with his thumb. George was relieved, he was happy; but he was also angry. Angry that Dream left so suddenly. Angry then he never got an explanation in the 3 long years of waiting and hoping that someday he would return.

When he finally lifted his head from Dream's shoulder, he punched him in the arm. Not a very hard punch, George was very much against the idea of violence. Dream didn't do anything. For some reason, that made George more angry. He punched Dream again and again, more tears streaming down his face in rivers. "Why the fuck did you leave me?" he said. "Where did you go? What have you been doing all these years? These long, aggravating, terrible fucking years?!" He stopped punching Dream and looked down at his hands, and then he cried more, clenching his eyes closed.

He felt Dream's hands gently grasp his own, caressing his knuckles. "George," he said. It was so soft and tender, just like it used to be.

George looked up, his blue and brown eyes meeting with Dream's green ones.

Dream reached for his mask and clasped it around his belt. "Come with me," said Dream. George smiled as Dream grabbed his hand and led him through the castle. He knew exactly where he was being taken before they had even arrived to the guest room.

In the guest room of George's castle was a small trapdoor, hidden under the dresser. The first time Dream had come to his kingdom — before he was a wanted criminal — George had let him stay in the guest room. After the first few nights of Dream's stay and some drunken midnight make-outs, he and George would sneak around the castle together. Eventually George showed him the entrance to his spot in the forest, filled with flowers, mushrooms, moss, and the Gold Pond, which is where the water from the Gold Lake came from. Only Dream and George knew about this spot. George had shown him another entrance from outside the castle.

Then Dream had gotten into some mischief, and George had chosen not to let him come into the castle. He couldn't let his villagers be under the impression that he was housing a criminal. But they still met up in their spot every day. In secret. Every day before he left.

George watched as Dream pushed the dresser off the trapdoor, opening it and gesturing for George to climb down. When he landed on the soft moss, he took a deep breath, like he hadn't inhaled proper oxygen for so long. "You remember how we used to sneak off down here," he heard Dream say from behind him. Arms gently wrapped around his waist and he sighed contently.

"Of course."

After a few minutes of just staring at the scenery, they both went to sit by the pond. Dream began to clean his mask in the glowing waters. "I didn't mean to abandon you, George," said Dream finally. "I was meant to be leaving to my hometown temporarily to escape some really bad people from another kingdom. I was going to come see you before I left, to let you know where I was going and how long I was meant to be gone for. But as I was packing, the people found me. They took me away. They took my weapons, my mask, but they were merciful enough to let me keep my clothes. The guy who guarded my door held my weapons, and he wore my mask. They kept me there for 6 months. I managed to untie myself, and steal my weapons back. I got my mask back, but as I was escaping one of the guards tried to punch me in the face. He broke my mask and his own knuckles. For 2 and a half years, I've been on the run, trying to find this kingdom."

He lifted his mask out of the water to look at it, before setting down on a rock and looking directly at George. "You have been the only thing on my mind for 3 years, George." George looked back at him and smiled.

"Tell you what," said George, "how about I clear you of all your charges here, and you come live with me. Like you used to." Dream looked back at his mask, then to George, then to the pond. He brought his knees to his chest to he could hug them. "I don't know George, I don't wanna put you in danger." George laughed. Dream looked at him, a wildly confused expression on his face. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, it's just," said George, "how can I possibly be in danger when I have two guards who managed to literally drag someone as strong as you into my castle?" Dream acknowledged this silently. George scooted closer to Dream, his face just inches away. "Come on, it can be just like how it used to be!"

Dream looked away in thought for a bit, before finally agreeing with a simple, "okay." He then brought his lips to connect with George's. Dream laid down on the soft moss and George laid across his belly. They stared up at the trees together. Perhaps George wasn't going to be alone forever after all.