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He peered at himself through the mirror situated in his bed chamber. His reflection glared back at him, piercing blue and brown eyes. The crown sitting atop his head glowed from the single ray of sun that peeked through the curtains closed delicately behind his bed.
George inspected his appearance, still in disbelief that this was his life. As the king he was expected to present professionally.
Quite frankly, he didn’t enjoy being formal with his peers. He would rather be a peasant growing corn on a farm in the corner of the kingdom, spending his nights writing with a fragile quill and candle light being the only source of light in his small bedroom. He dreamed of one day being able to retire and live in a small cottage with his own garden.
He was well aware that idea would be thrown in his face if it was brought up. George couldn’t leave his people on their own just because he was caught up in another one of his fantasies.
There was one thing he enjoyed the most about being king, besides being able to help his people.
It was his infatuation with one of his knights.
George was aware that he was tasked with finding a spouse in the next few years. Someone to court and raise the kingdom with for the rest of your life. And it was wrong for that person to be under his superiority and a boy of all things.
He finally turns away from the mirror, tired of pointing out every one of his insecurities. George adjusts the cloak strewn across his shoulders, the fur running along the top irritating the skin at the back of his neck.
A knock brings him out of his quiet stupor and he lifts his head towards the door to his quarters.
A blonde head pokes its way through the opening and the movement immediately gets George to relax, his formal composure slinking away.
He steps away from the mirror and beckons the knight into the room. The armor-clad man slips into Georges quarters and closes the door behind him softly.
When he turns to greet his king theres a smile gracing his face and it warms Georges heart. The knight comes to stand directly in front of the brunet, reaching up to adjust the crown on his head.
George relishes in the silence until he doesn’t.
“George”
The whisper is so quiet he’s barely able to make it out, but it makes him meet the other boys eyes, the sort-of-yellow gaze piercing through his own. He thinks they’re green, but its hard to tell.
“Dream”, he murmurs in response, lips pursed.
The knight, Dream, brings his hand up to gently caress his cheek, brushing his knuckles across his pale cheekbone gently.
George is still gazing up at him, his arms hanging at his sides. They itch to wrap around Dreams middle. All he wanted was to push his face into the others chest and breath in his scent, blocking out all of his responsibilities for just a moment.
Dream softens, dimples evident on his face from smiling at the shorter man. He drops his hand from where it brushes Georges cheek and pulls him into an embrace. His arms wrap around his back, one hand caressing the back of his head gently.
George exhales softly, snaking his arms around Dreams waist and pressing his cheek to the knights armored chest. He frowns, not able to feel the warmth from the others body because of the rusted metal.
They stay like that for a while, glued together like puzzle pieces, until George pulls away enough to glance up at Dream through his dark lashes.
“Promise me.... promise me you’ll come back”, he whispers somberly.
Dreams eyebrows furrow and he offers George a sad smile, his hand coming up to cup the kings cheek, “I promise”.
George eyes flicker down to his chest plate, running his hand over the dented metal, “I hate this armor”, he mutters.
The knights smile widens and he brushes a piece of hair away from Georges eyes, “Why?”, he asks, amused at the kings comment. Dream still has his arms wrapped around his torso, keeping him close.
George traces the dents across the front, pressing his thumb into the largest slash, “They remind me of when you’ve been hurt”, he says after a few moments if silence, adding quietly, “And I can’t feel your chest”
The knight watches with glee as his kings face lights up with a blush. Georges hands fall away from his chest slowly, “Why would you want to feel my chest?”, Dream teases.
The king hums, pulling away from the others embrace and turning to gaze out of the space left open by the curtains, watching the clouds cover up the remaining rays of sun.
“Its warm”, he mumbles, folding his hands in front of him.
Dream moves to stand behind him, following his gaze to watch the sky darken. He begins sliding the metal cuffs off of his arms and placing the pieces on Georges bed, the rust screeching into the silent room.
The king turns at the sudden noise, frowning when he sees the knight taking off his armor, “What are you doing?”, he exclaims.
The taller man slides the chest plate over his head and throws it onto the bed, shaking out his hair, “Taking off my chest plate because you said you didn’t like it”, he remarks. Without the chest plate he’s left with a tight black, long-sleeved shirt.
George feels heat wash over his skin, and his eyes flicker down to Dream’s chest momentarily.
Dream laughs, throwing his head back, “You don’t have to stay all the way over there. I wont bite”, he jokes, tilting his head as he gazes at George.
The king takes that as his cue and strides over to the taller man, sheepishly wrapping his arms back around his neck.
The knight pulls George closer, burying his nose into the brunet’s hair and inhaling softly. He hums, swaying them gently.
Georges eyes flutter shut and he listens to Dream hum under his breath, a smile teasing at his lips, “What are you humming?” he asks quietly.
Dream presses a kiss to the older boys head, “Nothing in particular, just something that reminds me of you”, he replies, sighing into his hair, “I hear it every time I look at you, and it reminds me of how perfect you are.”
The kings eyes flutter open, his eyes pinned to the clouds outside, “That sounds delightful”, he murmurs, his cheeks aching from smiling so hard.
They sway to the knights humming for a while longer until a round of thunder can be heard from beyond the castle walls. The canons.
George pulls away until theres a few feet of space between them, his eyebrows furrowed, “You need to go”, he murmurs, looking towards the opposite side of the room.
Dream sighs in defeat, knowing the king wouldn’t let him stay any longer, “Very well”, he says quietly, sliding his armor back into place and moving to open the door to his quarters but something in his gut stops him.
He turns, finding George gazing back at him. They both simultaneously rush forward, George’s hands clinging onto Dreams biceps and Dreams hands clutching at the kings waist.
They collide into a messy kiss, both exhaling into each other.
George feels tears prick at his eyes but he doesn’t let his emotions take over snd he forces himself to blink them away.
Dream’s clothed thumb rubs over his hip softly when they pull away, faces flushed and out of breath.
They stare at each other in wonder before pulling away completely and composing themselves. George clears his throat, adjusting his cloak once more, “Good luck”, he says finally, his voice raspy.
Dream smiles, “I’ll need it”, he replies wistfully, turning and disappearing behind the door. And that was it.