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

^Chapter 11: The talk...no not that talk^

Y/N's P.O.V

After Samuel got thrown into the dungeon with countless of innocent and guilty people, George tried to continue his normal kingly duties. The keyword is 'tried'. Many nights he'd knock on my bedroom door past midnight to ask if he could lay down beside me.

George had established a rule when he got me back: 'My bedroom is mine, your bedroom is yours,' and that was that. I couldn't come inside his bedroom without his prior knowledge and he would knock. Private terrain, if you may.

When he laid down beside me, he did not want any affection or pity. He made that clear as we slept back to back. Maybe he just wanted something else to fall into his ear beside silence, his own breathing and his demons. Before the sun rose, he'd be gone only leaving a messy pillow.

I seldom saw him. Only dinner if he could make it. I think he was actually trying to drown in his own work. Maybe he would hope his sorrows would drown and he'd survive the mental torment he was putting himself under.

Part of me wanted to talk to him to find out. The other part was happy that he wasn't bothering me anymore. But we all know that curiosity killed the cat.

"Are you okay?" I suddenly asked in the middle of the night expecting an answer. There was silence for a very long time. "Samuel is my best friend," I heard him sigh. I nodded before turning my head toward him only to see his back. I turned on my back. "I get that," I whispered, looking at the ceiling. "But hey, he's only one of the innocent people you threw in jail," I shrugged.

George remained silent.

I recognized that he wasn't going to talk to me unless I act nice.

"I'm sorry," I apologized in a mumble. I let the apology be taken by silence. "I noticed you keep yourself busy. Maybe a little too busy," I said. "I would ask what you're working on but I reckon you won't tell me?"

Silence.

"Thought so," I sighed. I thought about what to say next. "It's boring without you," I admitted. "You were the one that always made jokes and seemed so light-headed, even if you don't look so optimistic when people meet you," 

George lifted his head up and slowly turned his head toward me, looking over his shoulder. I smiled with a sigh. "I can't figure you out, George," I told him. "I try but you always seem to change your motives every second," Slowly, but surely, George turned on his back to face me better. "Maybe that's what I hate about you or maybe that's what keeps me hopeful," I ranted and stared at the ceiling. "Samuel always seemed like a special case for you. Your best friend, your comrade, someone you knew for a long time. Your escape to whatever hell you've been trapped into," I said, frowning. 

"I don't know if you're trying to replace him with me, to be honest," I said and looked at him. 

George had already turned on his side, staring at me critically. "But I detest what you're putting yourself through if that's the case," With that, George had had enough and swung his legs to the edge of the bed standing up after he gave me a last look. He walked to the door, opened it and exited. I sighed and rolled back on my side. It wasn't that late, so I reckon he'd go back to work on whatever he was working on.

But later that night, I woke up with a tap on my shoulder. 

I shook my head slightly before I heard: "I'm terribly sorry for waking you, lady L/N, but there is something wrong with the king and he won't open the door for anyone." I was confused but slowly stood up. "Where is he?" I groggily asked. "He's in his bedroom, lady L/N," The servant explained. I yawned and stood up. The female servant gave me a robe before I stumbled to George's room. I was given lit candlelight so I could see where I was going. 

Seeing as the sun hasn't risen yet, I felt that it'd be a few hours past midnight. I sighed, knocked on the door and waited.

"N O." 

I was shaken out of my sleep as a booming voice could be heard from the bedroom. I frowned as I tried to open the door, only to figure out it was locked. "George, it's me, Y/N, open the door," I alerted him. I heard someone stumble towards the door and struggle to unlock the door. I had a cocked eyebrow when George came to meet me. 

George didn't look like his normal self. He looked like himself at the dinner table but increased by 700. His cheeks and nose were red, his pupils were big and he had a doufus smile. That's all I caught in 2 seconds. "You okay there, bud?" I asked looking him up and down. I took a sniff and immediately pinched my nose shut as I got a whiff of what seemed to be pure alcohol and...tea?

"I feel super," He giggled, looking me straight in the eyes. The 3 servants that stood behind me, seemed to be more amazed than me. "Come in," He gestured. I shook my head. "I'm good fam-" but before I could finish, he had grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me in.

The smell was worse and I had to wave my hand to create fresh air. I looked for a window and when I found it, I opened it so the stank would go away. After that, I looked at George's desk to find a half-empty bottle and a teacup with a few sips taken out of it next to a kettle. I could only stare before George laid his hands on my shoulder.

"Creative, right?" He whispered in my ear making me shiver and walked forward to get away from him. "Normally I'm not allowed to drink anything, but I've got some outside help," George grinned. I looked at the bottle and back to George and decided to re-ask my question. 

"Are you okay?" I asked yet again. "I'm fine," George dismissed and got close to me, holding my waist. "Because you don't seem okay," I answered. George smiled, ignoring my question and trying to get his face closer to mine. I backed away. "You are drunk, I wouldn't want this even if you would be sober, get that idea out of your mind," I warned him. 

"Okay, but, I am the king and I can do what I want," Reasonable counter-argument, not going to lie. 

Before I could say 'Hasa Diga Eebowai' George had moved this transaction to the bed, slowly lowering me. He softly began to kiss my neck in the hope that I would react differently. I sighed, I was disappointed in the human race for ever creating George, let alone make him the King of Britain. I was going to have to pull out the S-card.

"Samuel would rebuke thee by the power of Christ if he saw this," I said making George stop. "You lost a friend to...yourself? I don't know. But whatever it is, you need to talk to me. Not try and do this, you sociopathic maniac," I sneered.

George bit his lip and his expression melted in a rather sad one. He quickly pulled me on my side and pressed me against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me. 

"I am so sorry,"

I widened my eyes. Did he just apologize to me? "For what?" I asked quietly. "Is this what you went through when your friends got executed?" He asked softly so he wouldn't burst out crying. I was offended at first. How could he not know as a fellow human how it felt to have your friends stripped away from you? 

Then again, was George mentally fully human?

"I-" George cut me off. "How cruel have I been to you," He sighed, hugging me tighter. Was this the first pain this guy felt in ages? Was this how drunk George acted when the alcohol finally reached his head?

The guy was almost sobbing and I was just there.

Breathing.