Chapter one: How they met

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(Btw idk why but this entire fic is in Y/N's POV)


I wake up, extremely depressed in my big ass bed surrounded by jewels and such. Jeez being rich is so hard, hate to be the poverty lmao. Anyway, I get up and redress into the most beautiful dress I own.

Once I'm dressed, I see my father yelling at my mom for not arranging me a marriage

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Once I'm dressed, I see my father yelling at my mom for not arranging me a marriage. But I don't care, I leave my house my blonde wavy hair in a messy bun contrasting my ocean blue orbs as I go to down town new york. It's honestly a shitty city, I don't know why we left but I'll soon regret this statement.


As I walk, I'm more focused on my messy bun than where I'm going because I bump into the leader of the revolution and my fathers great little 2nd twice removed cousin George Washington

"Ah, my apologies miss" He aplogized and looked down at me, "What is your name by chance?"

I huff, unimpressed "Y/N Humperdinck" I say before I shove him out of my way and continue my walk. But before I can go I feel him forcefully pummel me into his chest, I look up at him. My shiny blue orbs look up at him with surprise. "What in the blazes are you doing?!" I growl, pulling myself off of him.

"My dear would it be too forward if I said your eyes glimmer like the ocean, your breath reminds me of mints and that your voice sounds like a fresh wave of calmness" Mr Washington said bluntly. I glare at him and look at him offended "Yes! Yes it would" I retorted before he responded with "What if I said you have a nice rack" along with a slap on my chest. I blush, nobody has said that to me before......."N-No.....You're just saying that" I stammer, what the hell is my father's great little 2nd twice removed cousin doing to me?!

"Allow me to take you to our current battleground camp yes?" He held onto my hand as I just shot a glare at him. "We'll take my families personal carriage, I don't want to ride around in whatever gunk you call a horse" I huff once more, forcing him to return to my house with me......he's kind of cute, but I know he's married


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I'll change that

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬....." George Washington x Y/nWhere stories live. Discover now