Entranced - A King George III x Reader Fanfiction

･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Chapter 19 - Ag Nascadh *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

✧･ﾟ: Chapter 19 - Connecting  *:･ﾟ✧

4th of January 1761

Y/N's POV

I basked in the glowing, heat that radiated from a fireplace in one of Windsor's main sitting rooms. I sat on a comfortable, plush sofa my legs tucked neatly underneath me, my nightgown, falling in elegant folds, encircling my small frame.

Night-time had fallen over the bustling town of Berkshire.

George was sat to the right of me, a book in his hand. He was thoroughly engaged in a book that seated itself on his lap, his right hand turning each page. He had shed layers of his clothing, George now sat in his dress shirt and silky red breeches, his left arm draped over the back of the sofa, his hand resting just slightly above my left shoulder, his fingers gently tracing the exposed skin.

I gently lay my head down on the back of the sofa, looking towards George as I felt him shuffle closer to me. I chuckled as I felt his left-hand wrap under my arms pulling me closer to him as I gently lay my head on his chest – his finger tangling in the curls of my hair.

"George?" I questioned, moving my head to make eye contact with him as he smiled down at me.

"Were you and your family close George?" I asked softly, as he chuckled.

"Not really, my mother was always extremely restrained, especially after my father's death. She wished for us to be shielded from public life." George's hand trailed across my collarbone as I sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as George chuckled.

"Don't be, love. My mother loves me, she just wasn't great at showing it." I hummed slightly, sitting up slightly as George looked at me.

"My father died when I was young, I don't really remember him. My mother doesn't like to talk about him." I said, my eyes falling to my hands, resting in my lap.

"I watched my brother die." I sighed, my E/C eyes met George's slightly widened ones, noticing the wave of concern that fell across his face. I felt his thumb swipe across my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn't yet realised.

"Love, it's okay. You don't have to te-"

"I had a nightmare, George." I looked down at my hands as I felt him pull me closer, laying me on his chest as his left arm wrapped tightly around my waist as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"You should've told me." He sighed. Pulling me onto his lap he turned me to face him, his right hand cupping my cheek.

"When I was younger, my brother and I loved to play on the riverbank. We even built a boat." I laughed as I remembered the rickety barge, constructed out of twine and tree branches we had found scavenging in the forests. George gazed at me intently.

"One day we -uhm-" I paused slightly before continuing.

"-we decided to go to the riverbank, my brother desperate to be first to try the barge; he was so excited." I laughed slightly as George's blue eyes met mine, smiling slightly.

"The clouds rolled in fast, the rain began pouring torrentially. He was already on the river when it began to flood, the water getting higher, and faster – his screams, louder, and more desperate." I felt another tear form in my eye, blinking it rolled down my cheeks, quickly captured by George's thumb, swiping it away.

"I froze, too scared to get into the water. And then the screaming stopped – silence." George pulled me into his chest.

"Y/N, It's not your fault." George whispered into my hair, his right-hand traced patterns on the exposed skin of my back, his left arm pulling me closer to him as my whimpers gave way to the comfort George provided me.

"It's late love, let's get you to bed." George's hand tangled in my hair as I pulled back from his chest his thumb tracing my cheek before falling to my waist, guiding me up from my seated position, as he followed.

"Come, love." He smiled, holding his arm out for me.

George and I strolled through familiar hallways, making our way to my quarters.

"You know, when my dad died, I was twelve." George whispered as Oliver opened the familiar doorway to my room, closing it behind George and I as I walked over towards my bed, seating myself onto of the covers.

"May I?" George gestured to the bed. Shuffling over I nodded. Smiling slightly as George sat down on the other side of the bed, pulling me closer to him as he peeled the sheets back on my side.

"He was sick, we all knew it was the end." George sighed, before lifting me under the covers pulling them over my body as he sat quietly, in thought.

"I was a shy kid; I had never been exposed to public life. After my father died, my mother became rather reclusive, for around six months I didn't see her. She cared for my younger siblings, the ones who needed it – I didn't need it." George sighed. I gazed up at him, he stared at his lap, continuing his story.

"My mother had babies to feed; she did it herself. There was only one time I saw her during those six months, she handed me a book." I smiled at George as I felt his hand in mine.

"My father wrote it, a manual of sorts; 'How to be King'. He never got to do it himself, but I live by his advice." I smiled up at George.

"It seems like he had good advice George. You're an excellent king." He chuckled at me before cupping my cheek.

I gazed into his blue eyes; freezing as I felt his lips press softly against mine – our second kiss.

Melting into the kiss I tangled my hands in his short, brunette hair, I smiled against his lips as he pulled away, his lips puffy and red.

"Well, that's goodnight darling." George chuckled as he unravelled himself from my tight grip, standing and making his way across the room towards the door.

"Goodnight George." I breathed, turning to face me he smiled, I watched as he exited the room the door clicking shut behind him.

I rolled over onto my left side, shoving my facein my pillow; hiding the blush that forever betrayed me from view.