A whisper in a dream

The end of a forgotten script:

There was an uproar on the Internet.

"You see, I said that artificial intelligence will not choose any ugly person to marry into the royal family!"

"My Gosh, why is that man so pretty? He doesn't seem to be 30 years old, and it's as if he and the general have changed their ages."

"Hey, I fell in love with this couple, from tomorrow I will follow this couple and write a fanfic about them, guys who want to form a fan club together, come to the link below"

"am I the only one who thinks something is unusual? Rest assured, this is a conspiracy."

"WOW, is the general very tall or is his spouse short? They look very good together."

"The sister who left the message about the height, did not write anything in the official information, but according to the general's height, which is 191, I calculated his wife's height to be 175. Trust me, I have a doctorate in mathematics."

"Did you pay attention to his eyes? I have never seen such a bright and special blue before"

"I want to touch his hair, only his hair is worth as much as my whole life!"

"Who said he writes fan fiction? I can draw for your story!"

"Why doesn't anyone talk about the general? even though the general is always cold and serious, I can clearly see a softness and happiness in his face!"

"Guys, he's right, go watch the video again, is it because of the lighting or something else? It's like the general's eyes are glowing!"

"Hey you guys are a bunch of idiots, do you really have nothing better to do than care about the people who look down on you?"

"Guys, I fell in love with his suit, is there anyone who can sew a similar one? I will pay good money!"

"Isn't his name very catchy? I want to name Florence whenever I get married and have a baby!"

The virtual space was very lively, some people were happy, some were sad, some of them were interested in Florence and some of them did not like him, but most of the people had a positive opinion because he was the spouse of their dear general and the protector of their country. From this, Florence really looked lovely and pleasant even in a glance, even if he didn't think so himself.

The hall of the royal palace was full of guests who had gathered after the wedding ceremony and were having fun together, food and drinks were served.

Why did these ceremonies seem so interesting in the stories? In reality it was really exhausting, headache inducing and boring, or so Florence thought.

The various guests he had to deal with and all of them coming to greet him, Oswald never moved from Florence, who was watching over him.

They were given a huge amount of drinks, most of which Oswald drank instead of Florence. Florence really hated alcoholic drinks, but even if he liked it, he couldn't drink it because his stomach was incompatible with it and got severe stomach pain and nausea. Unfortunately, Oswald could not drink every single drink alone, and Florence had to take a few sips several times.

"stop, this is too strong for your temper"

Oswald took the glass from him. Does that mean that the national security information was so accurate that they had found out something like this about him? Because only three people knew about this.

The new person who came to them was the crown prince, he had an energetic smile on his face.

"brother"

The crown prince was 7 years older than Oswald. The two people shook hands with respect and sincerity, the true meaning of Ronald's smile was not known.

Most of the guests quietly watched the two brothers from under their eyes because they were both very powerful and considered potential rivals for the throne, and no one really knew the depth of their relationship because they always treated each other with respect and formality. They clashed in public, but behind the scenes, there was a rumor that the relationship between Ronald and Oswald was not good at all, and the crown prince was always looking to beat Oswald.

No one knew exactly what was going on between the two brothers, except the two of them.

Florence wasn't sure if he was a good pedagogue or not, but he hadn't gotten any bad feelings from Ronald like Queen Fleur had so far.

But Emperor Friedrich was very scary, Florence did not get any good feelings from him at all, although Friedrich was smiling and happy on the surface and congratulated Florence softly, but there was coldness and a strong murderous intent in his eyes that Florence could not don't worry, his smile never reached his eyes.

Ronald finished shaking hands with Oswald and stood in front of Florence and extended his hand, Florence took his hand in return.

"What should I call you? Brother's spouse? Florence? Mr. author?"

Florence turned Ronald's question back on himself.

"What should I call you crown prince?"

Oswald kept an eye on them. Ronald smiled sweetly and amused.

"You can call me big brother"

"You can call me Florence too, big brother."

They let go of each other's hands.

"Okay Florence, I'm not congratulating you on entering this family because it's more like entering a dirty and tricky game, but I hope you can protect yourself with my little brother."

"don't bother him"

"Oswald, today is your wedding day, why are you still bitter! Anyway, I reminded him of the cruel reality of politics, of course, with your behavior, he will definitely not lose a single hair on his head."

Ronald put his head close to Florence's ear and his smile faded.

"This is free advice, don't trust anyone here except my stupid brother."

He distanced himself from Florence and the smile returned to his face and he walked away from them. after that, other people congratulated them and he had to drink another glass. He felt a little dizzy and hot. Even though he drank very little because he never used it, he was not used to even the small amount.

Oswald approached Florence and put his hand behind his back.

"Take you home?"

"hmm"

Florence was really tired, he was not in an interesting mood and had recently become sleepy. Oswald left Florence to Flynn and Aya who were at the ceremony to escort him to the car.

went himself to talk to Fleur and Friedrich to announce his departure.

Not many minutes had passed, but Florence had really fallen asleep and his eyes were heavy. He almost tripped in the hallway, but Flynn helped him up.

They reached Oswald's special car in the back yard and the palace's private parking lot, Florence got into the car.

One second, two seconds

Florence fell asleep without realizing it.When he opened his eyes, it was still dark and he was being carried by someone. Oswald slowly climbed the stairs of the villa to reach the rooms. Florence raised his hand and stroked Oswald's cheek.

"Where are you taking me sir? Are you stealing me?"

Florence was clearly drunk and had no understanding of the situation, which was amusing to Oswald.

"What will you do if I say I'm stealing you?"

"I don't know, because no one has ever stolen me, but in the story, they always wait for someone to come and save them."

Oswald smiled sweetly in the darkness that melted hearts.

"So you can do the same"

"But…."

Florence's mood dropped quickly and he looked as if he wanted to cry.

"But I have no one to save me, so what should I do?"

Tears gathered in his eyes.

"I don't have a mom or a dad, even I text Timothy very late and he doesn't understand that I was stolen and then no one will ever come to save me."

Florence was like a little child when he was drunk, he spoke honestly what was on his mind.

Florence's answer saddened Oswald.

that is how lonely, insecure and sad had this boy ever felt? Even though he was a 30-year-old adult, there was still a damaged boy inside him.

"Then I will save you myself"

"But sir, you are stealing me!"

"So if I treat you well, it's okay if I steal you? Then you want someone to come and save you?"

Oswald opened the door of Florence's room and entered and laid him gently on the bed.

"What does it mean to behave well?"

Florence was staring at him like a dumb and innocent child.

"It means that I will always be by your side, love you and care about you and do my best to make you happy and see your smile"

Florence didn't answer and just stared at him, Oswald turned to leave the room but something stopped him; Florence was holding the bottom of his coat. Oswald turned to him and saw a pair of glowing misty eyes staring at him.

"Sir, if you really love me, I will stay by your side, I don't want anyone to save me anymore, so please don't leave me"

"I'm not going anywhere, let me help you take off your clothes, you can't sleep like this"

Oswald began to open the silver buttons of Florence's beautiful and heavy clothes, and Florence slowly followed the movements of his hands with his eyes. He hung it on the chair and started to take off his shoes. His clothes had become lighter and Florence felt better, now wearing only a white silk shirt and white silk trousers. The moonlight shone on him from the window and gave the room an ethereal atmosphere, as if a god had descended on it.

"Sir, can you tell me a story so I can sleep?"

Oswald sat on the bed next to him.

"What story would you like to hear?"

"The Wizard of Oz"

Oswald began to tell the story in his deep, melodious voice, and Florence listened.

"and in the end they lived happily ever after."

Florence was completely asleep, Oswald threw the sheet over his, bent down, kissed Florence's forehead and quietly whispered something and left the room.