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

Chapter 12 B final: You stay with George III

Y/N's P.O.V

"I stay by my decision," I stated as I looked away. Alexander was for a loss of words. He stuttered some things out as he looked at me. I turned around. "I know he might seem like a crazy man, but there's still something good inside of him," I told him as I looked out the window. "He hasn't shown anyone, that's because he holds everything that's dear to him close." I continued. "Of course he's going to act out when you threatened to take me away from him." I sighed and turned back to Alexander.

"I'll convince him to let you guys go," I reassured as he looked at me. His eyes shouted worry and his overall face looked distressed. "Y-...You..." He couldn't form a correct sentence. "Alexander," I whispered as I grabbed his hands and cupped them around mine. "I love him," I stated as he looked me in my eyes. 

His eyes became glassy. His prideful character and persona changed into a tender one. I was afraid to even look at him as if it would break him like glass. He froze.  Finally, he broke eye contact with me by closing his eyes. He sighed and reopened them to be less glassy and rougher. "If it's your free will to stay here, I will...Accept that." He stated in a very insincere manner. He didn't even look me in the eyes. But I didn't pay attention to this tone. I was more looking at the context.

God...Why didn't I pay attention to his tone?

Suddenly the door opened and I let go of Alexander and pushed him under my desk. "MOTHER F*C-" I kicked him so he'd stay silent and turned around to face the window. "Y/N?" A gentle voice called as I slightly looked over my shoulder, not seeing him.

"..." I kept quiet and turned my head around to the window. He exhaled and made his way towards me. Luckily, he didn't see Alexander. "Y/N...I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have...Just yelled at you." George slowly and quietly stated. "..." I stayed quiet but felt my heart melting. "Maybe I am in our way. Maybe I'm overreacting." He contemplated as he got in front of me. For once, I looked up to see that he didn't have his wig on or had a crown on his head. 

He exhaled in a chuckle. "I know you like the curls, so I figured-" He started but shut up as soon as I put my hand in his hair, burying my hand in the dark brown curls. "You twat." I exhaled love struck. He smiled, leaned in and kissed me on my lips. 

I finally felt like I was right about something, George could be good. George could contribute to this relationship. George could-

Suddenly I heard something being hit and a weight fell in my arms. I was holding George's head. The rest of his body fell to his knees as I supported his neck. I looked up to see Alexander with a frying pan. "This dude." We both whispered.

"What the f*ck?!" I stated as he looked at me. "I can ask you the same!" He hissed. "How did you even get a frying pan?!" I yelled as he shrugged. "I dunno, the author gave me it in the middle of the kissing scene." He answered. "Dude, the wall was fixed recently!" I barked as I dropped George and the bed. "Well, boo-hoo." He fake cried. "HOW MANY MONEY DO YOU THINK THE READERS SPEND ON FIXING THE WALL, MATE?!" I yelled. "YOU WANNA GO?!" Alexander yelled back.

(I'm taking this too far...OH WELL! I'M TAKING IT FURTHER!!)

We began to b*tch slap each other and looked away so our faces wouldn't get hit. "B*tch, he just apologized!" I yelled as Alexander spit in my direction but missed. "B*otch, he just started to tax our country!" He yelled back. 

"You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young. You're too beautiful." Alexander cried as we kept b*tch fighting. "I'm sorry, but why the f*ck is everybody yelling over here?" George asked as he tapped on my shoulder. " Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and-" I started but George already kicked Alexander in the guts. " Aw, motherf*cker!" Alexander exhaled.