Cursed Prince (DNF)

2: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚

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         The prince thought he would go insane before Sapnap returned from his search. Even though it had only been two days since he left, George felt the weight of bordem over him. He had no one to talk to since he was in a remote area of the kingdom and being the child of some of the most hated people in the world made it difficult for him to make friends. Even Sapnap was hesitant to talk to him at first. The curse definitely didn't make things anything either. Sometimes George was happy he had no close friends, maybe then dying wouldn't be so difficult. 

         The curse was now also slowly making daily living more difficult. Thanks to its newest develoupment, the black web had began making George's vision in his left eye blurry. This didn't help his boredom at all, since now he had a harder time reading, one of his favorite pastimes. 

         After the third day of nearly unbearable boredom, George decide to distract himself by trying to talk to somebody in the castle. Maybe they couldn't replace Sapnap but it would make the prince's waiting more tolerable. Strangley the first person that came to mind was his new knight, Sir Dream. If Sapnap liked him then he might not be as scary as he seemed.

         Dream had barley talked since Nick had left, only talking to say good morning and good night. It made George incredibly uncomfortable having a tall soldier following close behind him, never saying a word.  The strangest thing however was that since Dream had arrived he hadn't taken off his helmet so George had no idea what he actually looked like. In fact many times he had tried to imagine what the knight looked like based on the short phrases of his voice, but  his imagination was mostly more threatening than reality. The prince stayed in his room for most of the day while Dream stood in front of the door just so George didn't have to deal with his intimidating figure in his private space. 

         So George found himself holding the door knob and taking a deep breath. 

         "Its just another person,"  He thought, "He's just another human being,"

         Suprisingly when he opened it, Dream was nowhere to be seen. George felt somewhat relieved to find out, but then he was curious as to where the knight had gone. 

         "Hello?" he called.

          There was no response except for his own voice echoing in the long empty hallway. 

         The prince began walking along the hall, the morning sun shining through the tall windows along the wall and passing the coutless doors on the parallel wall. As he walked he began to hear faint voices  somwhere further ahead. He walked a little faster towards the noise and as he approached the voices became more understandable.

         "It's just so hard to find someone who understands, right?" A women's voice said

         "Oh, I know," A man's voice responded and chuckled, 

         George came to a corner of the hall and leaned to see who was talking. It was a servent of the castle holding a small laundry basket and she was talking to... Sir Dream? The knight somehow seemed much less intimidating and even casual while he was talking to her. They were facing away from him and even though he couldn't see his face, George could clearly see that Dream had taken his helmet and he could see Dream's dirty blond hair tied up in a very short pony tail.