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Confused, I reply "I'm not royal-" I cut myself off as the weight of the incident dawns on me.
"King George Frederick The Third of Great Britain and Ireland." I sighed as a heavy blush rolled over my cheeks.
I slowly raise my head to m...
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✧･ﾟ: Chapter 16 - Changing*:･ﾟ✧
23rd of December 1760
Y/N's POV
I feel my back land on a soft, plush surface. My legs dangled over the edge of the bed as my eyes remained closed, heavy from sleep. My arms lay across my body like weights pinning me down; my right arm crossed my chest and lay on my collarbone, supporting my chin slightly as my left arm slung lazily across my abdomen.
I rouse slightly to a soft tap on my shoulder, yet keeping my eyes closed, I roll over burying my face in the soft pillow on my left.
Hearing footsteps and shuffling in the room, I groan as the sound of drawers closing lightly hits my ears.
I hear a soft chuckle sound from somewhere in the room, as I hear footsteps drawing closer, back over to me.
"Come love, we need to get you changed." I nod slightly, attempting to sit up as my upper body sways slightly.
"Oh o-okay." I sigh, falling back slightly, as I feel a hand being wrapped around my shoulders to keep me steady.
"Love." George chuckles lightly as I feel him gently pick me up, placing me back onto the bed, but this time with pillows supporting me, as I ignored him, too tired to function.
"Love." George repeats himself, as I let out a tired chuckle, a sleepy smile pulling lazily at the corners of my lips.
"Come on darling," he sighed as I felt his thumb trace my cheekbone slightly, his hand supporting my head.
"You don't want to sleep in something uncomfortable, do you?" He asks as my eyes crack open slightly, looking up at the blue gaze of the male in front of me.
"Help me... please?" George's gaze meets mine as he nods slightly.
"Okay, Love." I watched him carefully through my squinted eyes, as his cheeks turned slightly pink before closing my eyes, fighting to stay awake.
I felt him slowly slip my shoes off, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed as I let my body crash down onto the soft, fluffy, pillows behind me as I heard George chuckle slightly, cracking my eyelids open slightly I watched him, place my shoes down on the floor beside an unfamiliar bedside table.
I giggled a little as George helped me, adjusting the pillows underneath me slightly, leaving me lay down. The sleepiness, morphing into an odd mix of being over-tired and hyperactive.
King George's POV
Y/N was exhausted, that much was clear. The nervousness surrounding the ball had drained her of all energy, barely able to keep her eyes open.
I held her green shoes in my left hand, placing them beside my bedside table, chuckling as I watched all her strength leave her as she gave in to the soft pillows I had placed to try and prop her upright.
