Hamilton One Shots

{KingBury} My Puppet (24)

▲▽Samuel Seabury's P.O.V.▼△
★Classical AU★
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The first day I came to New York was a horrid day. First, I tried to make a speech for King George III here, defending his honor by saying certain things about the rebels. Then this Alexander Hamilton man interrupted me quite rudely and now I'm on my way back to England. I couldn't stay around with those hooligans.

When I got back to England, I had to deliver a message to the king about how the United States has a French ally and we have to stop the French from becoming allies with the United States.

"Sir, there is a young boy here to speak with you," a royal guardsman spoke to the King who shooed him off. I was allowed into the room, so I stayed high on my toes and very carefully made my way to the King, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"Samuel Seabury, good to see you've come back," the King spoke in a loud, booming voice. I tried to keep from flinching as I kept my mouth shut. "What is it you need?"

"The French might become allies with the United States, sir," I spoke quickly, my eyes not meeting his.

"Look at me, boy," the King growled and I looked up at his blue eyes, trying to hide the fear that crept into the look on my face. "What do you mean?"

"I-I know of a Frenchman who went to the United States and he's there now, fighting in the war," I explained, trying to keep myself from letting the fear show.

The silence became too much for me as I couldn't look in his eyes anymore. I looked to the ground and searched around for a distraction as I held my hands behind my back. The King suddenly laughed, a maniac laugh that made shivers run down my spine.

His laugh quieted and I looked back at his striking blue eyes. "I want a guardsman in here!" He called out.

"Yes, sir," a sudden voice was next to me. I looked to see a guardsman, wearing bright red and black armor, his stance straight and his eyes not meeting the King's.

"I want you to send more soldiers across the sea. Fight back against these United States hooligans and win this damn war!" The King stood from his throne and that caused me to flinch a bit. The guardsman nodded, not affected by the sudden outburst from the King, walking off to do what he was told.

The King sat back down. "Now, Samuel," he suddenly spoke quietly. "I want you to stay here for now. I will send you back to the United States when I need you to."

With a quick nod, I looked at him. "Am I excused, sir?" I spoke up quietly.

A deep chuckle emitted from his lips. "Of course not."

I felt the fear from before rise up. I looked at the King to see his eyes were wide and a eerie smile playing on his lips. "Come here," he demands. Slowly, I made my way over to his throne, where he sat very comfortably. "You are my puppet. You do as I say."

"Yes, sir," I choke out, my eyes not finding his anymore. I was frightened of what he was going to do to me.

"Look at me," he growled again. I looked at his wide eyes and tried not to flinch once more. "You are mine."

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I was sent out to see the soldiers training in the fields. King George III wanted me out of the castle for once and sent me to keep an eye on things.

It's been very strange around the castle. He's been constantly keeping an eye on me, making sure I'm well fed and groomed (like I was an animal of some sort). He's taking care of me , yet at the same time, he's still giving me menacing looks and sending chills down my spine meanwhile.

I noticed a shooting practice area and I headed towards there, curiously watching. I looked to see a redcoat who struggled with holding the gun in the correct position.

"Soldier, you are going to injure someone if you" a sudden sound boomed out as I felt something enter my stomach area. "Oh god."

I fell to my knees and then to the ground, my eyes wide with fear and my stomach bleeding out as many footsteps ran towards me. Screams were being heard and a lot of hollering at each other before I was picked up. I saw something red (that wasn't my blood) and I felt something soft touch my face as I leaned on the shoulder of someone who carried me.

"Samuel Seabury," a familiar voice spoke. "What will I do with you?"

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The pain of my stomach region disappeared after I was fixed up. The man who shot me was no where to be found, now.

The room I stayed in was quiet and dark. The feeling the room gave was cold and threatening. I wanted to leave this room, I wanted to go back to my room where I felt safe and at home.

Someone drew back the curtains and who I caught sight of made me lose my breath. "Good morning, Samuel," the King spoke with the same eerie smile that I was afraid of. "I hope you're feeling better."

"I-I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble," I spoke quickly, my eyes finding his as his smile suddenly dropped.

"Oh, it's no trouble! Although, that man did scream for the longest time," I looked at the King with confusion and surprise. "It's nothing to worry over, Samuel. Just rest for now."

"What about the mission?" I asked suddenly, unsure if I should've asked this.

"I will send someone else to do it," he replied, sitting down on the edge of his bed where I lay. "You will not have to worry about anything. You will rest."

The King got himself up and went towards the door.

"Thank you," I spoke up quickly, yet quietly.

The King stayed silent for a few moments before turning back around, smirking. "I'll make sure that the man who hurt you is never heard from again." With that, I was left in the room with chills running down my spine.

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I'm sorry, I truly did try.

Word Count: 1083
Published: 4-15-18