King George III x Reader - His Little Dove

King George fell in love with his little dove.

"You'll be back!" King George was prancing all around his palace, dreaming of (Y/N), the female who insisted of giving up her life to the king for America's freedom. "'Cause, when push comes to shove--" The palace doors opened revealing the beautiful face of (Y/N) her (H/L) (H/C) hair in a messy bun, her (F/C) dress was muddy from the outside rain. King George ran up to her, kneeling down kissing her knuckles.

He savored her magnificent scent. (Y/N) shivered, uncomfortable, and uneasy. "My name is King George III, what's your name?" George's attractive blue eyes looking into your (E/C) orbs. "(Y-Y/N)" You stammered, backing up slowly until the British guard poked his gun to your back to follow the King. You cautiously glance at the pictures while the king was by your side rambling on about his alluring looks. "This is your room, one of my servants will help you get dressed and so on." He glared at one of the maids who were off in wonderland until she caught George's glare, she quickly grabbed my hand showing the suite, quite spacious with a queen sized bed. (Y/N) nervously told the maidservant she was fine on my own. "-King George wants you to pick a dress for his dinner with you. Please choose w...wis...wisely." She curtsied, leaving me alone in the dark room, leaving me with three difficult dress choices.

Dress one was pink and beautiful pearls tattered everywhere, Dress two was black, red in the middle and stretching to the back. The third one is green, the pearls lining up the middle where white fluff puffed out than the other two. You hesitantly chose (Dress #). A few moments later you came out of your room having (F/C) high heels and red lipstick. The maidservant, Beth, did your makeup. You never really liked makeup since last time when your sister made you look like a clown with the red lipstick, unforgivingly going out to the public with that mess on my face. You finally were lead into a large room with a massive fireplace in the front, King George waved his face a huge childish grin on his face and screamed like a child "Over here little dove!" I pushed myself to sit at the end of the table, briefly glancing at the king who attractively raised his brow.

"Hey, (Y/n) where are you from?" He broke the silence. I opened my mouth to speak instead the food came and you didn't wish to talk yet until the food was consumed in your mouth. After that massacre, you replied, "I'm from Boston." The king was observing you, his chin on his palm, looking very satisfied at your actions, "Boston is very...interesting." He said, spinning his fork with his free hand. One of the servants caught your attention pointing to their mouths. You collected the spoon glancing at your chin area, quickly trying to wipe away the sauce but it got all over your mesmerizing dress.

You darted away from embarrassment. "I just humiliated myself in front of the king! Oh gosh, where's the bathroom!? I can't believe I can't find the restroom.." you continued to ramble while you were lost in the palace corridors. Asking one of the guards if they could lead you to your suite since, being lost in this gigantic of a castle you weren't too keen on living richly.

Edited - 11/22/18