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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 25 - Responsibilities*:･ﾟ✧
5th of January 1761
Y/N's POV
Darkness had settled throughout the Irish countryside, everybody situated in their beds. I had crept through the darkened landing, from my mother's room, the weight of her situation overwhelming me.
I gazed around me, the bookshelves towering above me, my eyes scanning the many titles as a warm glow emanated from the crack beneath George's door, I settled slightly on the plush surface of the cushioned windowsill, as I drew a leather-bound book from the shelves, placing it in my lap.
I carefully leafed through the pages as my eyes fondly read over my child-like handwriting in the margins, opening up the book to the first page as my eyes scanned over the text:
"Dearest Y/N,
Lots of love...
Mother and Father. 1750"
I felt a slight pang of guild pound on my chest as I carefully ran my fingers across the long-dried ink. I felt bad, I had left my mother alone, and vulnerable. Had I have been here this most likely, would not have happened.
My mother had always been strong. Her whole life not once had she let illness incapacitate her, but now she was lay in a bed weak, and pale.
I felt the familiar feeling of tears pricking in the corner of my eyes as I yet again, traced my finger over the ink inscription of the book; 'mother.'
I curled up into a ball, tucking my knees into my chest as I felt tears begin to fall, tasting the saltiness in my mouth as the tears slowly stained, my pale hollow cheeks.
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King George's POV
I sat up in my bed, the sheets falling off my shoulders as I roused from a rather restless few hours, full of tossing and turning and willing sleep to take me. I sighed as I accepted my awake state, standing from the bed and making my way towards the window, opening it a sliver to allow some fresh air into the room.
Moonlight basked the hillside as I watched the mist that was slowly beginning to settle, my warm breath fogging up the cool window.
My mind had been consumed with worry for Y/N, her distant manner, and her recklessness all a major cause for concern. Her act was barely convincing, the clenched jaw, the fake smiles and laughs; I knew deep down she wasn't okay.
I slowly made my way to the bedroom door, with the intention of checking on Y/N. My hand grasping the cool metal and twisting it hearing a slight click.
I quietly stepped out of my room as the cool air braced me.
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My eyes fell upon a dimly lit, flickering lantern placed on the windowsill next to the small library. As I walked towards it, I noticed Y/N, she was curled up in a loose ball on her side, an open book seated on her lap. Her face was red and puffy, and strands of her damp, H/C hair were plastered to her cheeks.
