A Message of Love {Samuel Seabury x Reader}

Chapter 10: Scandalously Guilty

(A/N: Just a quick DISCLAIMER/WARNING!

This chapter contains mature themes, so if you are not comfortable with this chapter, skip it, and all will be explained in Chapter 11.

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

P.S., Any of the bold text is me.)

The king's party was held in his gigantic royal ballroom. Like, gigantic. Amazing classical dance music was playing, and couples were gently swaying to the calming sounds of violin, bass, cello, viola, and piano. A flute was somewhere in there also. You and Samuel walked in, as gracefully as you could. You peered around the room, looking for the king. Obviously, he was sitting in the extremely flashy throne against the wall opposite you. When he spotted you and Sam, a huge smile spread across his face. You turned your head and stared at Samuel, who wore a goofy grin on his face. The king, draped in his large EXTRA capes, began to leisurely make his way over to the two of you. Soon, King George III was standing right in front of you, shaking Samuel's hand and gently placing a kiss on top of yours. Although you hated his getting close to you, you didn't even flinch, knowing you could be beheaded. Shiver. 

"Seabury!" George laughed merrily.

"George!" Samuel responded joyfully.

"Aw," You smiled.

"Ah, you must be Mrs. Seabury." The king turned to you.

"O-oh, we're not married." You blushed.

"Yet." Samuel winked at you.

This just made you blush harder, at which the king laughed. The whole ballroom had stopped to stare at who the king took the time to converse with. That fact made you look like a ripe tomato, how embarrassing.

"Samuel, would you mind getting us all some drinks?" George gave a little smirk. "I'm so dreadfully thirsty."

His comment almost sounded inappropriate. Samuel nodded and hurried off to the h'orderves table.

"Would you mind coming with me?" The king glanced over at you with his piercing blue gaze.

"Of course, sire." You responded, not liking the sound of what he was saying, but remembering that he was the king. 

"Oh, please, call me George."

You followed George down hallways, turns, and through several doors you had to open and hold for the king.

"What about Samuel?" You asked the question nagging your mind.

"He knows where we're going."

"Are you sure?" You felt uncertain.

"Don't question me." He snapped in return.

Soon, you opened the final door. It was the door to a bedroom.

"Perfect." The king clapped his hands merrily.

Then he started stripping.

"Um," You looked down.

"Oh, it's fine darling, you can look, I don't care." George acted nonchalantly. "Don't waste my time," He growled after a few minutes. "Take you clothes off."

You stood firm.

"Takes your clothes off and have sex with me, for goodness sake's!" He rolled his eyes.

"It's disloyal to Samuel, I thought he was your friend."

"You can ask a few questions, then do as I request, or I'll have you executed." George sighed grumpily.

"Isn't Samuel your friend?" You asked.

"I knew he would pick up a cute girl such as yourself. I knew I could get good pleasantries."

"YOU USED HIM!"

"I'm the king. I can do whatever I want." George seemed annoyed.

He walked over to you and pulled your clothes off. First, dress. Next, shoes. Then, socks. And finally, corset. Then he removed his crown, and no questions asked, (or any warning) started getting freaky with you.

{TIME SKIP TO WHEN YOU'RE DONE DOING THE NASTIES}

You had to admit.

It felt good.

But bad at the same time.

No, it felt really bad.

You felt extremely guilty.

You could never look George in the eyes again.

You had to tell Samuel.

But you couldn't.

You felt out of control of your body.

Like some weird thing that entered your body as a drug called a "Squip" was controlling you.

What a strange thought.

Nevertheless, you must do something.

You quickly pulled your clothes on and raced out of the bedroom's door and down the hall. You asked a guard directions to the royal ballroom, and he led you there. You found a confused Samuel, grabbed his arm, told him that you had to go, pulling him out the castle's huge doors, and into the night, drinks and all.

(A/N: Caliente.

[Edit: Er.

~ Author~Chan,

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