Dnf oneshots💚💙

My relaxation lies in you🎀🍈

I've been sick for like eight days and I'm sick of it!😡 I hate illnessesssssss.. IM DYING-
Anyway, I pulled through and made a oneshot!... yay....

This is a regal au!!!👑

George stood still, looking at the ground sadly as his mother adjusted his hair, and softened out his outfit. Every
week, every Thursday, it would always happen. Thursday used to be George's favorite day of the week because the
chefs would serve his favorite breakfast and dessert, now his mother somehow was able to ruin that. Honestly,
kind of impressive.

She placed her two finger under his chin, lifting his head up, then tapped his back, making him straighten out
his posture to look taller than he was. "Okay, are you ready sweetie? This one's surly the one" she smiled, George
looking over, the same blank expression.

"After this doesn't work I want to go to the garden" he stated, looking back at the large door.

His mother turned towards the door as well, them both walking side by side. The men in armor opened the
door, revealing a large room with a few people sprinkled around and about, most of them having dresses and
crowns on. Blue was everywhere, banners, windows, hair, clothes, drinks, jewelry, everywhere. It was to honor
George, the kingdoms one and only Prince.

His mother was told that she could not reproduce, and the royal family were distraught, worrying about the
future generations of the kingdom. They, somehow, believed that George was a gift from the heavens since
his mother was mysteriously impregnated with him. Since blue was practically the only color he could see, they
honored him with that color, everywhere. He even had his own freaking holiday, seriously, it got really annoying
sometimes. Especially when people gave him nothing but blue cake on his birthday, forty seven blue cakes, he
counts every year.

Sure, being a prince is a honorable responsibility, some people may say a heavenly grant. But George was having
none of it. The attention, the eyes, the constant bowing, and worst of all, every week his mother would take him
into the great hall room and-

"Your majesties" a man with dark black hair bowed before George and his mother "I bring fourth my daughter
with respect and hope you will accept my invitation of marriage.." he said, as he bowed, then returning to his
height, George noticing he had a slight stubble beard.

Yep. His mother would take him into the great hall rom and try to marry him off. A girl with long brunette
hair walked up in a beautiful green dress. She had pretty yellow eyes that George guessed were green, along with
many necklaces and rings, showing symbols of her culture. George took one look at the girl and shook his head
at his mother, who gave George the same look she always does every week.

"Wont you just get to know her George..?" She mumbled, hoping.

George looked back at the girl, who smiled softly. George could tell immediately by just looking at her. Her eyes
were bright and fake, she was definitely only in on it for the money. Her dress was made of a costly fabric only
manufactured in the narrow parts of Mesopotamia, along with her earrings and jewelry. She was clearly a girl
who went around royal family to the next just to try and marry into a wealthy family, and he wouldn't fall for
it like his mother did.

"I'll be outside" George stated bluntly, walking away from the scene. He didn't like to talk much, he found talking
a decidable thing. He'd usually only speak in three or four word sentences at most, but sometimes a little more.
He just had nothing to say in moments like this, why explain himself when he could be outside in the peaceful
sun?

He closed his eyes as he listened to the dark blue glass door close behind him, he took a deep breath, smiling
as he let out his exhale. It was so relieving to not have the smell of a modern marble floor in his face all day. He
looked over at the black gate that kept out the small woodland creatures, what could go wrong?