✧・゚: Chapter 41 - An Ethical Debate*:・゚✧
26th of January 1761
Y/N's POV
I sat on the now familiar sofa of my new room, my chest heaving with the laughter that resonated throughout the room.
A plate of steaming food rested on my lap, a small glass of water resting on the coffee table in front of me. My gaze fell on Aoibhinn who sat opposite me shaking her head, giggling slightly at the conversation we had been having. Her green eyes met mine, a small smile crossing her features.
Until now, Aoibhinn had been distant since my return, acting strangely professional. I felt a sense of relief that this slight sense of normality held, choosing to ignore the subject neither of us were willing to talk about.
"Mo stór, his Majesty is very apologetic for being unable to eat with you, I believe he has a lot of work to catch up on." I felt a pang of guilt was over me as Aoibhinn removed the now empty plate from her lap smiling at me.
"Don't feel bad, it's not your fault. He is a terribly busy man." She smiled, sensing my unease. I felt her hand rest on my shoulder as she stood beside me both plates in hand.
A sharp knock at the door caught my attention as Aoibhinn made her way across the room, her dark, uniform dress flowing behind her.
I watched as Samuel stepped into the room, Aoibhinn whispering a few words to him as she walked out of the room, carrying the empty dishes.
"Y/N, George wants to see you." I force a smile to cross my face as Samuel's gaze softens.
"It's okay you know; you aren't in trouble." Samuel crosses the room, holding his hand out to help me up from the sofa. I smile, my H/C hair falling over my shoulders as my gaze falls to the floor.
I trail my way through the grand hallways of the castle, towards a small room, that seemed relatively familiar to me.
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As we walk through the narrow hallways, Samuel guiding me towards a familiar room my mind drifts elsewhere.
I had spent just over a week feeling trapped and alone in these castle walls, the familiar memories of George and I being tainted with new, feelings of anger and remorse. My long days, when I wasn't in my room, had been spent with George taking walks through the castle gardens. Aside from that I spent very little time with him, and I was thankful for that.
I was gaining an understanding of George's game, and I knew that in order to play it I would have to pretend to be on his side. I wanted his guard down, giving me opportune time to plan something... anything I could think of.
"My love-" I jump at the sudden sound of George's familiar voice, swallowing harshly as my gaze met his.
I forced a smile to cross my face as he gazed down at me an amused look plastered across his face, hiding the look of concern deep in his eyes. He quietly gestures to a seat, as I comply, seating myself.
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