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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 20 - Leaves of Parchment Rock my World *:･ﾟ✧
4th of January 1761
King George's POV
The clicking of my shoes against the cool, marble hallway rang through my ears as I made my way to meet Samuel in my study. I chuckled to myself, remembering the moment Y/N and I had shared earlier.
My gaze fell upon the portraits that lined every inch of the castle walls – portraying past monarchs. I had always felt strangely detached from the throne; I don't deserve to rule a country.
I slowly halted at the entryway to my study as I sharply inhaled, opening the door.
My eyes immediately fell upon Samuel, in distress and disarray. His hands traced circles on the oak desk, interrupted by him standing up as he noticed my presence. I watched him with concern as he trailed his hands through his brunette hair, his face was pale.
"Your majesty, I have a letter." Samuel whispered. I gazed at him questioningly as he handed me the letter, nodding slightly as I carefully slid it out of the already torn envelope.
With the letter in my left hand, I flipped over the envelope, scanning the scrawled, rushed writing on the front. Suddenly, my eyes fell upon the stamp, studying carefully I realised it was Irish. I looked up towards Samuel as his eyes widened slightly, nodding frantically.
"Y/N's mother?" I sighed watching Samuel's frantic behaviour as I discarded the envelope on my desk, unfolding the parchment.
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Windsor Castle,
Windsor,
Berkshire,
London,
The United Kingdom,
3rd of January 1761.
His Royal Majesty King George Frederick III,
Your majesty, it is with great remorse that I feel this letter may be necessary. However, I felt it prominent that you were informed and, hence could convey this news to Y/N.
Yesterday afternoon I fell rather ill. I had a scratchy throat and feverish symptoms of an illness I was unable to diagnose. Through the night these symptoms got progressively worse, and a headache began to develop. Eventually I felt it necessary to call out a doctor.
Upon examination, the doctor found that my symptoms were similar to typhus fever and deemed me incapable of caring for the horses. He assisted me in locating a wiling, and caring neighbour however, I fear that I cannot ask them to do it for longer than a week. I do hate to ask this your majesty, however my symptoms have only worsened and I'm in serious pain and unable to think straight – I feel it may be necessary that Y/N returns home for the foreseeable, as caring for the horses is an unwanted burden for someone not born into this lifestyle.
