(First book) King George III X Reader: What if it didn't end like it did?

µChapter 4: Excuse you?µ

~A week later~

"She's been in there for almost a week. I'm slightly getting tired of bringing food in front of her door and finding it back but there's only a piece of break gone." A maid said to another one. "I don't understand why the king is so patient with her. Wasn't she in the dungeon a few weeks ago?" The other maid asked. "I think it was because she disrespected him." Another maid said as she over heard the conversation.

"I mean..." One of them said. "It's easy to offence him." She sheepishly said.

"He isn't doing that well." One of them said. "Yeah, he's...Just...I haven't even seen him." The other said.

Y/N's P.O.V

I was at the desk, quill in my hand, notebook in front of me. As soon as I married him and all the people would be freed, I would get out of here. I was writing down possibilities for escape plans. I also wrote down the daily schedule of every group in the palace. Guards, maids, kitchen workers, ect.

But if I was going to get out of here, I would need to act a bit more...Open to George. So he would trust me to go out alone without 10 guards keeping their eyes on me. I sighed, this would be hard. I could just start with talking to him.

I stood up and hid my notebook and looked in the mirror to check if I looked something like a 'lady'. I figured he liked the uniform, but I think he likes the dress better.

(I can hear the dress revolution cries from over here)

I took a deep breath in and walked out of the room. I was hit with fresh air and looked around. There were maids talking in halls. I passed them and they began to look at me. When I looked at them they looked away, terrified of being yelled at or something like that.

I didn't feel comfortable at all.

Yet, I had to talk to them and ask them where George was because I was lost in the big palace. "Excuse me." I called as one of them and one of them looked up. "Yes ma'am?" She asked quickly and with a shaking voice. "Where is George?" I asked as they all looked at each other.

"The king is in his study, he's signing documents. Just the 4th floor first door to the left." She explained clearly knowing that I didn't know where I had to go. "Right. Thank you!" But before I could even get those words outside my mouth, they had left.

I sighed. I couldn't get used to this even if I tried.

Then I remembered high school and everything was okay. It was just like high school.

I walked up the stairs almost falling over and just give up. But the determination of me escaping one day, kept me standing. I need to work out more...

The moment when I got to that fourth floor, "I have never felt more accomplished in my life."

I looked to my left and saw a huge oak door, I stood in front of the door and knocked. "Get your lily white but OUT OF MY ZONE!" I heard someone yell in frustration. I pushed the door open and I saw him sit in a chair, back faced to me, crouched over his work. Quill in his hand, hand shaking.

His crown was beside him, but he didn't have his wig on. Brown curls were on top of his head instead of the powdered wig. With his right hand he was writing while was massaging his head with much frustration.

I walked up to him, as I came closer, I noticed how everything in his study was disheveled, misplaced. I put my hand on his shoulder. He shoulder twitched upwards and he grabbed my wrist forcefully. He pulled it so I would face him.

"Don't you ever-"

Initially, he looked very angry. His light blue eyes, were dark and heavy dark bags were under his eyes. He was angry. But then, when he saw my terrified wide eyes, he loosened his grip and replaced his angry look with a expression full of guilt.

"Y/N." He breathed out. "I'm so sorry." He mumbled as I pulled my wrist away. I backed up when a little voice reminded me that I had to earn his trust. If not, we would never even consider letting me get out on my own.

"It's okay George." I sighed with a smile. "No it's not! I just yelled at out!" He shouted in embarrassment. I had to change the topic. Then I noticed his hair again. I smiled. "I like your hair." I smiled as I walked to him and came closer to him and put my hand in his hair.

He widened his eyes and blushed a dark color. "I don't know why you would put a wig over that." I genuinely stated. "It's formal." He mumbled as he looked to the side. "What are you working on?" I asked my hand slipping of his head.

As I was slipping it back to my normal spot, he grabbed my hand and looked straight into my eyes. "I don't want to think about it." He exhaled.

He then pulled me towards him and pressed his lips on mine.