Back In Time *King George III X Reader*

Chapter 5: Your Majesty

Eventually, you left the Oliviers alone to do their thing. You went outside on the balcony. The soft, welcoming aura from the outside was comforting. Different kinds of plants surrounded you, a vibrant green showing. The wind seemed to sing a familiar melody as it blew your (h/c) hair to the side. Your (e/c) eyes gleaming with delight. You turn towards the entrance. There standing was the king himself.

"Your Majesty," you greeted with a small curtsy. "I did not expect to see you here. Shouldn't you be inside with the guests?" You asked with a smile on your face.

He smiles back at you, a gentleman's smile, that is. "Well, even a king needs to take a break sometimes," he states as he walks towards you. "And not even one guest shall be ignored by the king. Tell me madame, what's your name?" he asked with the smile still on his face.

"(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n) at your service, Your Majesty." It was quite surprising for a king to ask the name of his royal subject, in your opinion, although to pay respect, you must certainly do as he says. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance,"

"Please, call me George," he insisted but you refused.

You could not forget to pay respect to royalty.. especially when addressing them. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, I'm afraid I could not address you by that name," you stated.

He looked at the ground and frowned, a bit hurt. Sighing, he turns back to face you. "I kind of miss being a normal person," he started. "Everyone just thinks of me as a king, someone to rule them all."

To be honest, you feel a bit bad for him, having to be king, having all those responsibilities, being treated like royalty and having no friends at all. You sighed, without breaking eye contact with him. You didn't know what to say.

"Being a king is a high rank, but I just want my royal subjects to treat me just as they treat others.." he continued. The sympathy that you felt for him was too much to handle. Finally, you gave up and decided to do what he wanted.

"I understand, George," you said with a mirthless smile. You felt like disobeying royalty at that point.

His head suddenly perked up as he smiled broadly. The king was certainly happy with what you did, very happy. It looked like he was about to cry. "I missed that name so much.." he said in an inaudible whisper. Seeing him happy made you smile. Yes, he is from history, but it felt like you belonged in this time, much more than you belong in your own.

"Your Majesty, the Princess of Mecklenburg-Strelitz is waiting for you.." you hear someone say from the entrance of the balcony. Turning your heads in unison, you see the king's advisor, standing respectively in the door way.

The king turns to face you. "I'm afraid I must go, Miss (L/n).. enjoy the rest of the party," he bows slightly and you return a small curtsy. He takes his leave, but not before catching a glance of you and smiling to himself.

'Princess of Mecklenburg-Strelitz?' You thought to yourself. Of course, you read about her in British history. The princess of Mecklenburg-Strelitz is known better as Queen Charlotte in your own time. She was King George III's wife. How could you not forget? You chuckled to yourself. You were quite a nerd.. but it seems to be helpful in situations like this. The princess appealed to be a prospective consort to King George III before he announced his intentions to wed her in 1761.

Brushing away your thoughts, you turn your heels and walk towards the Grand Hall where the party was being held. Everyone was dancing to the sweet melody being performed by the band. You look for the Oliviers and Gilbert, one of them would do. You excused yourself, walking through a crowd. You bumped into a person lightly. You turn to face who, luckily it was just one of the persons you were looking for.