Dream stood beside a throne, where his lover George sat in silence as he drank red wine from his gold goblet. He was bound to his love, tied to him forever as soul mates and he couldn't ask for anything more loving.

"Darling, don't look at me like that. Your beautiful eyes make me fall harder than I already have." He muttered when the king gazed his way.

His lips twitched into a smirk as he reached for George's pale hands and gave them a little kiss, admiring how the skin flushed a rosy red.