Speech Boy ★Leebury★

1

Samuel stood in front of the King's desk inside his office. They had been discussing about all the problems back in the colonies.

"I do understand the situation, My King," said the ginger boy as he clutched his clothing nervously.

"Then you comprehend why I have to send you there. It's out of control and I need your help," The King spoke smoothly yet very serious-like.

Samuel nodded again and swallowed thickly. "I will do my best, Sir. If we are lucky enough we will be able to stop them."

George seemed to be extremely offended by the other's words. "Lucky enough?" He shook his head various times and sighed. "Maybe we do need luck, or perhaps a talented boy like yourself. I am sure you can handle the situation perfectly. After all, you have done it before. Haven't you?"

"Yes, yes I have. Bu-" Samuel's response was cut off short by the taller man who was standing in front of him.

"Then you will have no problem in doing it again. Will you?" He raised his eyebrow at the bishop.

He sighed in defeat. "I suppose not, my King. But the situation in the colonies is far too complicated for a simple bishop like me to solve. Don't you think so as well?"

George paused and nodded. "I do understand your point. But even the smallest contribution will help," he told him. "Understood?"

"Yes, I understand. Once again, I will try my best. If it happens that a difficultly comes up, I will inform you immediately."

"Excellent. We'll communicate every so often so you can tell me how everything is going." The King gave him a faint smile. That is, it didn't contain any emotion and this was incredibly noticeable.

"I will, my King," Samuel said. "Is that all?"

George nodded and gestured to the door. "That is all. Thank you very much for your service, Samuel. Remember to keep me informed on the situation," he repeated as if Samuel had the memory of a gold fish.

Seabury nodded, holding a frown from the way the King pictured him: nothing else than a dumb bishop helping with the colonies. The boy made his way to the door and exited the room, letting out a heavy sigh as soon as he was out of the King's sight.

"This is tremendously stupid..," he muttered to himself. "There's no way this is going to work, but it's impossible to convince the man.. maybe I could change my destination. Nobody would have to know either way." Samuel shook his head at his dumb plan. 'Just follow the rules and obey the King. Otherwise you'll end up like the rebels,' he thought to himself as he walked down the tiny hallways of the building.

Samuel walked all the way to his small home. He started to prepare his luggage for the big trip. The young man scowled at the thought of it. "All the way to the colonies.. how preposterous." He shook his head and closed his bag.

* * TIME SKIP * *

The British man walked among the people down the busy streets. He held his paper tightly close to his chest with a strong grip. He made it to the main park of the city. Great, it was even more crowded.

Seabury spotted a medium sized stall at the center and grinned in victory. It worked perfectly. He walked over to the wood structure and stood on top, unrolling his piece of paper and clearing his throat.

"Hear ye! Hear ye! My name is Samuel Seabury, and I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the Continental Congress," he started. "Heed not the rabble scream revolution! They have not your interests at heart," he sang loudly. "Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. Don't let them lead you astray!"

Halfway into his speech, a short, dark haired man stood on the stall as well, and interrupted him. Seabury frowned and spoke louder, but the crowd seemed to support the other's words.

"My dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" The man said, causing a bunch of people to laugh at his comparison.

Samuel clutched his paper angrily and groaned. "I pray the King shows you his mercy-"

"Is he in Jersey?" The stranger smirked.

"For shame!" Samuel spoke louder by each second.

"For the revolution!" He barked enthusiastically, being followed by the crowd who spoke at the same time as the man.

After some other insulting comments about The King and even Samuel himself, he decided to leave, dropping his page in the way.

Samuel walked between the crowd, shoving a few people in the way. He was as angry as he could ever be, and honestly, he didn't mind if he was being polite or not at the moment.

A hand landed on his shoulder. The ginger man turned around angrily and glared at the person, not bothering to actually notice his appearance.

"Excuse me, sir. You dropped your speech on your way out of the stall. I thought you should need it again for future speeches and such," the other person, who happened to be a man, told him, holding out Samuel's page.

Seabury let his frown rest. He managed to pull a smile at the other's kindness. Surprisingly, the man didn't sound British at all. Why was he being so nice with him. "Well, thank you very much, sir. It's relieving to know some people are still nice."

"Yes. Unlike the man you just encountered. Don't feel upset about him, he behaves like that all the time," the stranger told him.

Samuel smiled. "Somehow, that did help. Thank you,...?"

The man smiled. "Charles Lee," he replied, holding his hand out at Samuel for him to shake.

Seabury took his hand and shook it. "I am-" he started, but got interrupted by Charles.

"Samuel Seabury, correct?" Charles grinned. "And you present free thoughts on the proceedings of the Continental Congress," he chuckled lowly.

The ginger boy's face got tinted by a light shade of pink. "Yes. But you can't start a sentence with 'and', Mr Lee." His smile grew bigger.

The brunette man rolled his eyes playfully. "You're right. I'll try not to do it again." He paused, thinking for a moment. "If you don't mind me asking; where were you heading to?"

Samuel shrugged. "I was heading home, but since you happened to be such a friendly sir, would you mind joining me on my way to.. God-knows-where?"

Lee nodded. "I'd be charmed to do so, Mr Seabury."

"We shall leave then," Samuel chirped, holding his page with joy and walking off, Charles Lee by his side.

"Yes..., we shall," Charles agreed. He smiled and walked down the crowded streets with his new friend by his side.

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So, I was going for a little something new. It's not usually the way I write stories so take it as some kind of experiment. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed it! Leave feedback if you liked it, and if you didn't too, please. For instance, tell me how could I improve my writing. Constructive criticism is welcomed!!