King George III x Reader - His Little Dove

A night worth remembering for

a/n - thank you AwkwardSackOfLemons without your help i'd probably not even finish this on time. You're an amazing editor and writer!!

Third person PoV
The bombs went off as there were ringing in (y/n) ears, her room was quaking all throughout the night as (y/n) curiously walked out of her room steering around the empty hallways. Hearing faint footsteps she hid behind her door peeking out from the little hole in her door, faint whispers in the tiny room with light across the hall. Slowly, (Y/N) tiptoed out of her room making sure nobody heard her but the creaky floors wouldn't help at all would they? The feeling of being watched was faded away as the (H/L) (H/C) girl stood in front of the door her hands covering her mouth as she saw the king lying in his bed looking ill. All the anxiety she was building up for months left her in a bad mood, was he fighting for me? (Y/N) thought, uncertainty piled up in her mind as she thought, she didn't even notice tears were forming on her face.

One of the doctors turned around noticing (Y/N) almost breaking down, "Mistress! He is alright!" He whispered to me in a low voice, "I want to see him, alone." (Y/N) demanded, immediately the doctor was already pacing away. The loud silence was already killing her, she tried to think of something to say but she only started to sob. "Why did y-you have to fight for me?" She started to bawl. The king noticed her sadness slowly enveloping his hands with hers. I got all fed up from this stupid so called king of great Britain. "I did it all for you, my Mistress in distress." He smiled weakly, guiding (Y/N)'s hand up to his heart. I laid my head down on his chest trying to hear his heart beat.

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King George's chest rose slowly until the doctor and the nurses rushed (Y/N) outside of his bed. She could hear the King talking nonsense and yelling my name, "Will he be able to...walk?" the nurse shrugged her shoulders with a sorrowful look. (Y/N) slid down on the tiles, it was hard not to cry when George has been talking nonstop all night. I Sat in the corner of my room until everything went silent. Bombs stopped going off and the room was no longer shaking. The silence had a weird feeling to it.

Curiosity got the best of me as I slowly got up, and made my way over to my door. My hand flinched as I touched the door handle, feeling how cold it was. I opened the door and made my way out, making sure to shut the door behind me. I stumbled along miles and miles of empty corridor, passing the same route once or twice. I heard footsteps and made my way to the closest closet, in which I walked into, shutting the door. I looked through a hole In the door to find a person walking into a room. I walked out of the closet as quiet as possible and made my way to the door. I looked around into the room and was horrified by the sight. I saw the king on a table, staring upwards. The tears from before came back as I wept a little, catching the doctors attention. "Miss! You shouldn't be here!" he muttered, walking over to me. I continued to stare at the king. Questions building up In my mind. Is he going to die? why is he fighting? is he fighting for me? I questioned my self as I stumbled over to him.

3RD PERSON PoV
(Y/N) reached the table as she leaned over, grabbing the King's hand. Her (H/C) (H/L) hair fell to her side as she cried into King George's knuckles. He looked at her glassy eyes and smiled a tiny bit, wincing from the pain. (Y/N) shot her gaze at him as he winced, making them lock eye contact. "why are you fighting?" she sobbed, as king george gently reached his other hand to cup (Y/N) 's face. She looked at him with glassy (E/C) eyes. "(Y/n)" King George rasped, which caught her attention. "Stop visiting me, I'm going to die soon anyways."