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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 33 - Routines*:･ﾟ✧
16th of January 1761
Y/N's POV
Days had passed and life was falling back into a routine, a simple, routine. I felt guilty for how quickly my life had returned to some semblance of 'normal'; or as close as it could be with the king of England staying.
I was still watched wherever I went, people were still showing up to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of what people were convinced was the king of England; and that meant I couldn't be allowed outside of the house without an escort.
George had been rather absent, leaving the house throughout the day to attend to 'business', whenever he was home, he was always sat in the sitting room discussing 'urgent matters'. I hated to admit it, but I missed his presence, his comfort. However, he had a country to run, that wasn't his fault.
Aoibhinn and Oliver had been sent back to England, and the house was left extremely quiet with just Samuel and George, the soldiers fading into the background. I nodded politely to one in passing as I made my way towards the master bedroom.
I sighed as I stood in George's room, opening the curtains allowing the bright light to fill the room. I moved on as I opened the window, the fresh air instantly pouring into the room, I inhaled, filling my lungs.
Quickly, I made my way towards George's bed, pulling the sheets up, exposing the mattress as I balled up the sheets, stripping the bed. I placed the sheets in a basket at my feet as I stooped over, picking it up and collecting George's dirty clothing from the laundry basket.
I left George's room door open, allowing the air to circulate as I repeated the same actions in Samuel's room, stripping the bed and taking his laundry. I quickly walked downstairs as I placed the basket on the countertops in the kitchen.
I boiled water on the stove, filling a large bucket that was assigned to laundry with the boiling water. I then placed the white garments into the warm soapy water, stirring them carefully with a paddle, leaving them to soak.
After around 15 minutes, I transferred the garments to a new basin of warm water, rinsing them free of the soap as I placed the dark clothing in the previous basin allowing it to sit. I cautiously rinsed the clothing free of soap and suds.
I then wrung each garment out with my hands, placing them back in the basket they had originally been in. I made my way outside, the guard by the door following closely behind me as I began to hang the laundry out onto the line, draping it over, planning to leave it to dry out in the soft breeze.
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I dragged a set of fresh bedsheets down from the linen cupboard, stood on my tip toes. I exhaled once they fell, catching them in my arms as I sighed in relief. Quickly I rand my hands through the stray hair escaping my simple bun.
