Brimsley and Reynolds

Chapter 10*

A/N: I think I'm going to have a chapter in Reynolds' perspective every five chapters, so this will be in his
perspective. Lmk what you think! Also, this chapter gets a little steamy at the end, so do with that what you will

It was late when the King's carriage finally pulled into the entrance at Kew. Reynolds had been rushing around, trying to keep everyone intact and prepared for his arrival. The King stepped out of the carriage, looking weary. "Welcome back, your Majesty," Reynolds greeted him as he held open the carriage door. The King didn't even look at him as he responded, "Observatory now, just you," Reynolds nodded and followed him to the round building that the King spent so much of his time in.

"Does your Majesty not find the Queen attractive?" Reynolds asked when they were finally behind closed doors.

"I did not know a woman could be so beautiful," the King responded, pacing to and fro.

"Perhaps she is dull?" Reynolds continued.

Soon, the problem became very clear. The King's issue was not with the Queen. It was with himself. He believed that he too broken by his recent troubles with his mind.

After the King dismissed him, Reynolds returned to his room, not even bothering to correct a maid when she placed a vase obviously in too close proximity to another vase, not to mention the atrocity of flowers combined in the bouquet.

He laid down on his bed, and the thought occurred to him that this was the first time Brimsley was not sleeping in the room just a wall over since he had arrived in the palace. The estate felt quiet and lonely as Reynolds finally drifted off to sleep.

He woke up with a start the next morning, one clear word forming in his mind.

Brimsley.

Oh, how he missed waking up with Brimsley in his arms, but what could he do? He knew the King's mind was very fragile at times, and if he truly believed it best to stay away from the Queen, what could Reynolds do?

He began walking in the direction of the kitchen, deciding to look over the kitchen staff and make sure everything was in order. "Hello Mr. Gregory," Reynolds greeted the chef. "Morning Reynods. I have the King's breakfast ready if you want to bring it to him?" He offered. Reynolds nodded as he picked up the dish, rolling his eyes as he peeked underneath to see its contents. Bananas, the King hated bananas. He made a mental note to remind the kitchen staff of all the Kings likes and dislikes.

Reynolds knocked on the door to the observatory, knowing that is where he would find the King. "Breakfast, your Majesty," Reynolds set the tray down and stood in his usual position. "Thank you Reynolds," the King replied, sounding distracted. "Is everything alright your Majesty?" The King turned around, "Yes Reynolds, everything is alright," he said, sounding annoyed. "You may go," Reynolds nodded silently and exited the observatory. As he wandered the halls of the estate, he now understood how Brimsley felt when he had absolutely nothing to do, Reynolds felt like he was going to loose his head from the boredom. Thankfully, the staff at Kew were dreadfully inadequate, and Reynolds spent the good part of the day fixing their mistakes.

After Reynolds had lectured the kitchen staff, reorganized the table settings in the main dining room, asked some footmen to move an ill fitting couch into a different room, and spoken to the gardener about preparing some farming equipment for the King, he still felt restless. He knew why. His job was to be with the King, and to help him whatever he needed, but now he didn't know how.

The King had sometimes been prone to strange episodes, but recently, they had become uncontrollable. He would be pacing in the halls without a stitch of clothing on in the dead of night, or shouting words and names that made no sense. And every time, Reynolds would have to find him, and try to lead him back to sanity. As time went on it proved to be less and less possible. Things only got worse as the wedding drew nearer, and Dr. Monroe was always there to use the King when he was at his lowest.