King George ||| x Reader. Fake or Fate

Chapter 3

Y/N POV:
I woke up sweating and in shock. I shot right up from the pillow. It was just a dream. I was completely stunned about my dream I was happy that it was over but, it felt like, I wanted to continue with Geo-, no, no I can't be getting feelings for a evil guy like him. Just because of his Beautiful ocean blue eyes. I need to stick to my game and survive. I looked at the clock besides my bed, 8:30.... IM LATE! I saw a white transparent sweater and a blue skirt and flats. I quickly slipped everything on and rushed through the door. I ran to the dining room and saw George sipping is tea loudly, clearly he has lost all his patience waiting for me. "You're late..." he said calmly, clearly trying to stay as calm as he can. " I-I'm sorry, I-I'm late." I stuttered as I rushed to the seat. "Don't do it again, or you will spend the night in the basement" he glared at me. "Yes sir." I said as I grabbed stacks of waffles, so fluffy. I stuffed my face as King George looked at me with disgust. "Manners?". Embarrassed, I quickly got the towel and wiped the syrup of my mouth and nose. And out the corner of my eye, I saw him give a faint smile, and chuckle. For some reason, I had butterflies. After we finished eating, I took our dishes to the kitchen to wash them. My plate had syrup and crumbs all over it, while his looks like he didn't even eat off his. 15 minutes later
I finished washing all the dishes and actually, I was pretty tired. When I washed the soap of my hands, some bubbles popped on my nose, and at the door I saw King George leaning on the side of the door chuckling, once I noticed him he walked away like he was just walking down the hall. Was he watching me this whole time?
King George POV:
Why am I so interested in Y/N, she is not even royalty, I wouldn't even be able to marry her, not like I would want to marry her.... Well we won't go there. After breakfast I was walking down the hall when I saw Y/N in the kitchen working herself to death. She looked determined to wash the dishes, which was strange, but cute. I decided to watch her for a little bit, then a little bit turned into a few minutes, then the whole time, when she was finished she started to wash her hands then soaped popped on her nose. She looked so surprised, she was actually adorable. I couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit. Then she noticed me, and I walked away quickly like I wasn't stalking her for the past 15 minutes.
1 hour later
Y/N POV:
After washing the dishes, I began sweeping the floor. There was literally nothing to sweep, the floor was spotless. I decided to scrub the floor anyways. I scrubbed the entire kitchen, dining room, hall ways, ball rooms, bathrooms, etc. And it took a LONGGGGGG TIMMEEEE.
Then suddenly I heard the bell, I began to get angry and think I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog, I am not HIS. I began to calm myself and walk towards the sound of the bell. And saw the king relaxing in the lounge on a little sofa couch resting. I knocked on the door and he sat up and turned around. Don't drown into the blue ocean. I said to myself as our eyes met. "Could you fetch me some tea darling?" He said waving an empty glass. "Of course your highness" I said bowing my head. I walked toward him and grabbed the small glass, then our hands touched. His smooth skin was like a baby's behind, his hands were small, but strong. Our eyes made contact, a 2 and 1. This could only go so far. I could see a better King is his eyes, a broken one, a lost King. Behind that glass blue eye, is a beautiful soul, calling for help. I quickly looked away and took the glass, The King looked kind of upset, like he wanted to keep holding my hand and looking into my E/C eyes. I walked away to the kitchen and filled it with tea and came back. "Thank you darling." he said with a kind look on his face. "Could you grab me a biscuit?" "Of course." I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a biscuit and rushed back to see that he already finished his tea. I gave him the biscuit and he looked up at me with grateful eyes and said "Thank you, but could you refill this?" "Yes" I said starting to get annoyed. I took the glass and refilled it to find that he already devoured the biscuit. "New biscuit?" he asked. "Ok" I gritted through my teeth, and we went back and forth and back and forth over and over again for 5 minutes until when I came back the last time he didn't eat the biscuit. "You eat it, you deserve it, you can drink the tea too" "Thank you my King" I was so hungry and tired. I grabbed the biscuit and smiled, and he actually smiled back. "Sir darling, just because you are my servant and maid, doesn't mean we cannot learn about each other." he gestured for me to sit. I sat down on another little sofa. "Thank you so much my King." I drank my warm tea, very soothing. "It is my pleasure, and please, call me George."