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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 23 - The King Of England*:･ﾟ✧
5th of January 1761
Y/N's POV
I anxiously made my way down the stairs. With each passing step I felt more anxiety grow in my stomach. I had left The King of England standing outside.
I turned the corner, walking towards the kitchen. As I got closer, I began to make out the sound of laughter. I sighed slightly in relief as the tension in my shoulders dissipated; glad they had let themselves in.
Standing in the doorway, leaning against the hard-oak frame, I saw Aoibhinn and Oliver keeled over laughing as George delicately held a glass in his left hand, as if it would shatter. A look of blatant confusion was etched across George's features as he chuckled slightly, massaging his temples with his free hand. Samuel stood beside him his face in his hands as he let out an exasperated sigh.
I watched for a minute or so as they giggled among themselves continuing with the dishes.
Taking a step forward into the room, I placed the tray I had been carrying down on the smooth, wooden countertop that jutted out to my left.
"Oh hello." I heard Aoibhinn say as I looked upwards, turning to face the now concerned-looking faces. I gave Aoibhinn a small smile as my eye's slowly met George's.
George took a couple steps forwards, slowly closing the distance between us, with each footstep I heard.
"Y/N-" George began as I cut him off.
"Although it was very kind of you there was no need for you to do the dishes." I smiled slightly as Oliver nodded, George, Aoibhinn and Samuel chuckling slightly.
"Y/N we-" I looked up at George, as my gaze met his he cut himself off, cocking his head slightly at me.
"How about I show you all to your rooms?" I smiled as I turned, walking out of the kitchen and back the way I came- slowly trailing my way up the stairs.
The landing area was long and wide, a plush carpet sat below our feet as we walked, reaching the top of the stairs I turned to my right slowly turning the doorhandle and revealing my brother's old room.
I hadn't been in the room in a long time, it looked like it had belonged to a child at some point, however all the furniture had been replaced to make it function as one of two spare rooms in this house. Stray crayon marks still remained on the lower portions of the wall faded with time, along with a few of my brother's trinkets littering the shelves.
It had been kept fairly clean throughout the years and I was surprised to see how clean it was now, we had guests frequent enough that we never covered the furniture and opted to just clean it regularly. 'Mother must have cleaned it right before she got ill' I thought to myself as I sharply inhaled.
