dreamnotfound / gream • one shot / short story book

a kingdom big enough for the two of us

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I once watched a version of Hamlet where hamlet was a born a woman pretending to be a man because her parents said she was a boy to keep the kingdom in the family and was like. hmm.
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George sat in front of his father at their large dinner table, mouth agape in shock.

"You're making me do what?" George asked calmly for the first time, just trying to see if he'd heard his father correctly.

The large dining room of the castle went into silence, the only noise coming from the chalice George's mother was sipping from.

His father smiled calmly, "You are being betrothed to the prince of the Kingdom of Dream."

"You're making me do WHAT?!" George's fists his the table and his mother jumped, putting her now empty cup of wine down.

"George, honey. Don't raise your voice at your father. We mean well with this." His mother's kind words only added fuel to the fire that threatened to explode inside of George.

"Well why? I'm set to be king of this kingdom, shouldn't I be betrothed to a woman who will be queen of this kingdom. And aren't I a man, and the prince of the Kingdom of Dream a man? And our enemy?" George's mind was racing a million miles a minute. It wasn't like he didn't expect to be betrothed eventually. He'd just thought it would be to a woman and not the prince of a rival kingdom.

"That's the thing, you'll be tasked with taking over the Kingdom of Dream from the inside. On your engagement announcement and wedding day, it's best if you disguise yourself as a woman. We've kept you hidden from the public and other kingdoms for this very reason. You are meant to take control of the Kingdom of Dream. This is your destiny." George's father explained with passion, that George met with a confused glare.

George groaned. "As soon as the soon to be king is dead I can go back to being me, correct?" He cocked his head to the side, still glaring at his father. His father nodded, continuing to eat.

"Good." George rolled his eyes, pushing his chair out and standing up. "I've lost my appetite, send Nick to my quarters immediately." He spoke to the trusted servant who was standing quietly in the corner, watching the whole ordeal happen.

He collapsed on his bed, face down in the covers, groaning into it annoyedly. George heard a couple of knocks on his door and sat up quickly, thinking it might have been his father. "Come in."

"You called for me sire?" He heard Nick open the door and look around.

"You can drop the 'sire' shit it's just me in here." George fell back onto the bed once he realized it was just Nick.

Heavily skilled with weaponry, Nick was his personal protector. He was once the youngest knight in the kingdom, having become a part of the royal guard at only 16. After a few years he was assigned to be a bodyguard of sorts for George. After a few months of hating each other, they slowly became inseparable friends.

One good thing about the people of the kingdom not knowing the king and queen had a child is that George and Nick could visit their kingdom's villages and marketplaces without being targeted by assassins or thieves. And even if they were attacked, Nick always carried a short sword that could be hidden beneath a long robe.

"What's wrong? You never sulk in your bedroom on Wednesdays." Nick laughed, taking a seat next to George on the plush white bed, his sword still sheathed by his side.

"Get this," George groaned. "I'm betrothed."

"What? That's great! Where is she from?" Nick asked happily, patting George on the shoulder.