𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠

14

"King Clay?! CLAY WHAT DOES HE MEAN?!" George screamed. Clay sighed and turned to George. He leaned down slightly, so him and George where face to face.

"George, I'm a run away prince, and now..since I've returned...I'm crowned..King," Clay muttered, slowly, taking short breaks in between a few every words.

George gasped at the news. "You never told me?!" He cried. He shoved Clay away before he could say anything. "Why wouldn't you tell me..?" He cried softer.

Clay's heart rate sped up faster. Was George mad mad at him..?

George looked down at his feet. A tear rolled down his cheek. Clay laced his hand on George's chin, forcing his face up.

"I never thought I'd come back, that's why."

"Well, now your a king," George smiled. Clay was taken back by his sudden mood change.

Clay let go of George's chin and turned back the fox-boy.

"Fundy," the boy smiled. Clay nodded his head and followed Fundy, George grabbed Clay's hand.

They followed Fundy through a dark hall way and into a large room.

Clay's old room

"Wow," Clay sighed. It looked untouched, like no one had been in here in the past 4 years. George just looked around the room. There was clothes everywhere, and huge books. The bed was a smaller bed, but it could fit at least 2 people.

"No one went in here after you left, we knew you would return, just not so..long," Fundy sighed. Clay laughed at the fact that no one touched his room.

George was very very paranoid at how messy the room was. He ran in and immediately started picking up. He threw all the clothes into a huge pile, and put the books in a neat pile. He threw the clothes into a basket and clapped his hands.

"Better," he smiled. Clay laughed at George's pride. He walked into the room and sat on the bed. Everything was still the same as he remembered it.

But that meant that...his hidden room was still in here

His eyes went wide at the remembrance of the small room that hid in the walls behind his closet.

He quickly sat up and waved Fundy bye then shoved him out of the room. He slammed the door shut and sighed. He turned around to meet George's eyes.

"Something wrong?" He muttered. Clay shook his head and walked back to the bed, and collapsed on it.

George walked over to the balcony and looked out over the kingdom. It was so...strong yet broken.

Clay looked up from the blanket and his eyes followed to George. "George," he mumbled, George's head cocked towards the bed.

"Would you..stay here..with me..?"

"Of course," George smiled. Clay perked up at his partners quick response. "I hate it in L'manburg, and my mom wants you dead."

"Don't remind me," Clay muttered. George just sighed and turned back to the kingdom. Clay stood up and crept over to George.

"Georgie!" He shouted, scaring the hell out of George. Clay burst out laughing, but George was upset.

"Fuck you," he growled and looked away from Clay. Clay rolled his eyes and smiled.

He walked slightly to George and snaked his arms around George's waist. George flinched at Clay's cold hands. Clay pulled George back, forcing him into his chest. George just accepted this sudden affection and rested against Clay.

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"Bad?" Clay muttered, opening the cottage door. Bad was still seated exactly where he was that morning.

"Dream?! Where the heck where you two muffinheads?!"

"Somewhere, get the other two boys and meet us in Manburg."

Bad was puzzled but said nothing. He stood up and walked into the hallway. Clay shut the door and took off towards Manburg. He ran to the palace.

"Welcome back," A voice smiled. Clay looked up to see the brunette he so very loved. George walked over to Clay and placed a crown on his dirty blonde hair.

"Are the 3 coming?" He mumbled, standing in front of Clay still. Clay nodded his head slightly and kissed George's forehead softly. He pulled away and turned around.

"Let's go greet those three."

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"Whyyyy are we at the Manburg gatesssss," Sapnap whined.

"Dream told us to meet him here."

They sat in silence for a moment before seeing a man walk out of the gates.

He was tall, and was wearing a cloak type shirt. He had a sword on his belt.

He was wearing a glistening crown. His eyes a bright, brilliant green.

His hair a wavy mess despite the outfit. Freckles scanned his cheeks.

Dream?