Royal Mistakes | DreamNotFound

Part 2

An older male handed me money, for which I gave the bouquet of sweet-smelling red and white roses in return. I offered him a fake smile. I didn't like thw customers that came in here. It was just old people that picked the things they wanted too slowly. I'd always found slow customers unnerving, sometimes I just wished I could yell at them to hurry the fuck up, but I'm sure that'd get me fired.

I waved at him when he left the flower shop, whereafter I clumsily slumped back into my chair and rubbed my temples carefully. The massive headache and the blurry memories from yesterday were and had been haunting me ever since. The pounding made it difficult to think or act clearly. No one in this village knew what the king looked like. We didn't even know his age. I had always pictured him as some sixty-year-old man with a dirty tangled grey beard, locked in his room all the time to plan the kingdom's future. The thought of him being a dashingly hot blond with a spiky attitude and a very good kisser hadn't crossed my mind once.

Every single time I thought about that night, my cheeks heated up and turned a dark shade of red. I didn't know why they were doing that, and it annoyed me. I made out with nameless strangers a lot, why would this be so different, even the king was just a man.

It was just the way his strong yet soft hands had traveled down my chest and hips, how his lips had felt so right on my skin, the way his tongue had-

I smacked my fist on the counter and breathed in sharply.

For fucks sake, snap out of it George.

I blinked a few times when the bell at the door notified me someone entered the shop, whereupon I instantly got out of my chair to greet the customer. I almost jumped when I saw a familiar face speedily walking towards me in a hurry. A black cape fluttered after him with every footstep, attached to his neck with a silver, complex clip with a foreign symbol engraved in it. Beneath his cape, he was wearing a dark-red blouse with puffy lantern sleeves. One button was loose and exposed more of his neck, where multiple necklaces were messily out of place. Dark blue, almost black, loosely hanging pants were reaching above his hips, a thick, dark-brown, leather belt attached to them. He looked like an ordinary citizen, but just dressed a little fancier. I swallowed, not sure how to greet him. My heart began to race in my chest.

"Uh, your Highness?" I stuttered out as I made a silly bow I immediately regretted. He stared at me like I was crazy, then blinked a few times.

"Don't be stupid, I really don't care about formalities." His voice was just the same as yesterday, only a little less slurry and more formal than before. Yet there was still an undeniable recklessness buried beneath.

"So you're not here to take me to prison or something?" Confusion spread over his face.

"No...? What would be the point in doing that?" The King leaned on the counter, tapping his fingers on the light-wooden material one by one.

"Well," I stammered, blushing, "I didn't think I'd ever see you again, and I assume you're not here to buy flowers, so-" I got interrupted by him revealing a piece of paper, putting it on the counter with the side consisting of letters facing the wood. He shoved it towards me.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go."

"Wha- Wait a minute." I ran to the other side of the counter and stopped him by putting my hand on his chest, which was surprisingly warm. He looked down at it, bothered, whereafter I quickly removed it and stepped aside, mumbling an apology. I expected him to storm off, but to my surprise, he didn't. He stood frozen in place, as if an invisible wall restrained him from going anywhere. His eyes closed as if he was in a battle with two sides of himself, struggling to pick a side.