(Second book) Tyranny:!Yandere! King George X Reader

^Chapter 4: Samuel^

"-And then I executed them!" George finished his long story with a nostalgic smile. 

"George," Samuel sighed as he pushed his full plate towards the middle of the table. "I lost my appetite," He stated and gave George this look of disapproval. "Same," I agreed and pushed my plate. "Oh come on!" George argued back with a pout.

"This is the fifth story you told me and they all end the same," Samuel tried to explain. "How many people have died at your hand?" He asked, putting his elbow in the table and his hand in his hair. "...Do you really want to know?" He asked counting on his fingers.

"No," Samuel shook his head.

George sighed. "I need to be somewhere," He excused himself from the table. "Where?" Samuel asked, cocking his eyebrow. "SOMEWHERE," George spat back with red cheeks and stormed out of the room. The servants stayed dead silent as did Samuel and I. With a cough, I made it clear that we should probably head somewhere private so we could talk.

Samuel stood up and helped me up. He led me back to the library where there was literally nobody. We checked around for a bit and when we were sure that the door was locked and the coast was clear, we ran towards each other for a hug.

"Holy sh*t," I breathed as we hugged each other tightly. "Finally someone with a mind," I almost cried. "The servants won't talk to me ever since George executed the kid who brought me to him once," I hyperventilated as I tried to express myself. "And I started to become paranoid," I continued as he patted my back. "And the only voice I ever heard was George's voice," I stuttered as tears poured out of my eyes. "And he locked me up so many times and-"

"It's okay, I get the picture," Samuel ushered me to stop trying to explain myself. We separated and sat down. I explained my whole story up until now and Samuel was shaking his head through the story. "George is...really weird," He tried to describe him but failed as he tried to sugar coat it.

"I got to help you," He told me as I shook my head. "You're the only friend I've got," I told him. He looked down. "Everyone I ever held close hasn't got past George, except for you," I sighed, putting my hands in my hair. "And somehow he trusts you with me which is weird because I'm damn sure he'd kill every guy that gets near to me-"

"I'm homosexual,"

"That explains," I took back my statement. "He knows and I know and that's it," He explained as I nodded. "That just raises more questions," I chuckled as he rolled his eyes at me. "I'm not in love with him, I have someone else," He admitted as a blush started to form on his cheeks. He sat back and folded his arms. 

"Oh~" I smiled and leaned forward. "Who?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. "You wouldn't know him," He dismissed as he started me down. "Try me," I beamed as he sighed. 

"Charles Lee,"

"THAT F*CKER?!"

"You know him?!" He asked me cocking his eyebrow. I nodded aggressively. 

"The guy almost shot me!"

"On accident, right?"

"Dude," I spat at him and leaned back. "He tried to shoot John and he missed, badly," I started to explain. "The bullet bounced off a pan and zoomed right past me," I explained as he nodded. "Well he's nice," He disagreed. I scoffed. 

"Whatever suits your fetish," 

"Fetish?"

"You f*cking 1700 bullsh*tters-NEVERMIND!" I folded my arms and looked away. We stayed silent for a second before I turned back around. "Don't be mad at me, I only have you," I pleaded as he grinned a toothy smile. "I could never," He smiled. "Awwww," I cooed as I ruffled Samuel's hair. "STAHP!" He yelled at me as I removed my hand from his blonde hair. "Fine," I grinned and backed up.

After a long conversation of just catching up, we decided to go and look for George since it had been an hour or 2. Samuel didn't trust him to be alone this long and neither did I. But as we walked towards George's study, I had to confess something to Samuel.

"You're scared of George?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow as we walked through the fancy halls towards the stairs. "I never really was scared of him," I admitted with a shrug. "But something changed in his attitude," I tried to explain. "He still cares about me, he wouldn't kill me," I guessed that last part. "But just...There's something in his eyes," I tried to explain.

"When he looks at me, it's such a cold and demotivating look. It doesn't correlate with anything he's saying or doing," I told Samuel as we headed up the stairs. I looked down. "It's like he's buried his real eyes under that coldness," I shook my head. "When he looks at me, he knows he's scaring me and that I won't disagree with anything he's saying," Samuel looked worried. 

I wanted to explain further but I saw George walking in the distance. I shut my lips and looked down. Samuel looked at what I was looking and sighed deeply. George seemed to not look where he was going. He looked tired and outdone. A second later, George spotted us. He walked towards us.

"So," He smiled at us. "Did you two get along?" He asked as he stood next to Samuel, facing me. "I think we did," Samuel smiled at George. I nodded but remained deadly silent. George wasn't amused at all. "Samuel, go unpack in the guestroom," George calmly told Samuel, which made me freak out internally. "I think I'll do that later," Samuel argued back, still smiling. "It's late, go unpack," George told Samuel, still very calm. "I think-"

"I think you should go and that's an order," George demanded as his tone turned cold. Samuel wanted to say something but decided to shut up. "Of course, your majesty," He agreed and left silently. That left the two of us.

"Everything alright, love?" He asked as he held my cheek. "Yes," I answered, still looking down. "Can you look at me?" He asked as I flinched but did as he asked for. His cold eyes stared into mine. Cold sweat made its way down my spine. "Is Samuel bothering you?" He asked as my eyes widened and I shook my head. "He's lovely," I told him. His expression stayed the same. A frown.

"Because I will and can get rid of him if you-"

"No, he's great," I argued back with a smile which hid my fear poorly. 

"If you say so," He mumbled and pressed his lips on mine. I've learned to let him kiss me. Either that or lose one of my fingers.

You choose.