Obedient Servant (Geollie) (Hamilton) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

It took a few days for Ollie to "recover", but if it wasn't for George and good timing, he knew he could of been dead, so he wasn't going to complain.

The last day of his stay consisted of mainly speaking to the nurse, and reading, which he enjoyed.

The moment he was allowed to leave, he rushed to the kings office as instructed, and upon arrival knocked patiently on the grand oak doors, which were being guarded by two stern looking soldiers.

"Enter" a familiar voice echoed from behind the doors. Ollie struggled against the doors to see George sat cross legged in an arm chair admiring that damn photograph.

Ollie would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous.

"You needed me, Sir?" Ollie asked, intimidated by the size of the room, and the paintings of previous kings that seemed to stare at him.

George nodded, and beckoned Ollie forward, and pointed at an armchair across from him, still holding the photo.

"We need to talk about what happened in that kitchen" George began, setting the photo down on a small table beside him. Ollie nodded, recalling the events that lead him to the infirmary.

Ollie didn't understand why he had to go to the infirmary, he wasn't even physically harmed, just shocked. "Probably just double checking" he thought to himself, as he gazed at the king before him.

Ollie began to recall the event to George, watching his expression grow angrier with every word.

"And then he held the kettle an-" he was interrupted by George suddenly standing up, and slamming his fists on the table.

Ollie scooted back further into his armchair, terrified of what George would do next. The king was known for his fiery temper, and tendency to have people executed with no good reason.

"THOSE BASTARDS!" He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the kingdom.
"THEY THINK THEY CAN ACT SO GREAT" he continued, anger burning in his eyes.

"GUARDS!" He shouted to the soldiers standing outside the door "HAVE PRISONER 85 EXECUTED IMMEDIATELY!"

Ollie could hear their heavy footsteps thump down the corridor to the basement.

"Fuckers!" George yelled, calming down slightly. He put his hand to his head and sighed, before heading out the doors.

Ollie quivered in the armchair, scared and confused. He didn't understand why the king reacted so badly, or why he wanted the head chef executed so badly.

~Time skip bought to you by my awful
writing skills~

Outside the palace was George, who decided to take an unaccompanied walk around the forest to calm himself down.

He found a large oak tree with long, towering branches that provided plenty of shade. George removed his royal cloak and lay it down upon the soft green grass like a picnic mat, and sat down upon it, staring up through the branches at the sky.

He sighed, and crossed his legs, and continued to stare up at the sky.

"Those bastards" he muttered to himself, watching as a flock of birds flew by. "What cruel being would ever want to hurt or even scare Ollie like that?"

He ran a hand through his soft, fake blond hair and moved back slightly so he could lean against a tree.

"He's just so small, and innocent, and he has these eyes..." he began, talking to himself.

"These beautiful green eyes, their like little emeralds, and his hair~" he sighed, fiddling with his hands like a teenage girl with a crush.

"His hair looks so soft, and it's this sort of brown colour, like chestnuts."

He continued on for sometime, ranting about how innocent he was, and how those 'evil bastards' would be dead by tomorrow for scaring him like that.

Then he paused, and realised. "Oh fuck, did I scare him?" He thought out loud to himself, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt.

"Why do I care?" He suddenly declared "Im not gay..."

He paused, and looked up at a squirrel who was eyeing him curiously.

"Ok maybe I am, but thats not the point!"

The squirrel continued to stare at him.

"Ok maybe it is, but what can I do? Im king! Im supposed to get married to a woman and have children and die happy surrounded by loved ones and-"

He paused again, and fiddled with his hands. "But I don't want to marry a woman, I never have."

He continued to fiddle with his hands, before suddenly standing up, scaring the little squirrel away.

"AND I WONT GOD DAMMIT!" He yelled, scaring away a flock of birds.

"Im going to find Oliver, and apologise!" He declared, swinging his cloak around his neck before hurrying towards the castle.

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Back at the castle, Ollie was just wondering around, looking for something to do, as the king was no were to be found. He became concerned, and began to rush around the palace looking for him.

"Sir?!" He called out, rushing down a hallway. "Si-" he was interrupted when he collided with someone, causing him to stumble back.

"Oliver!" A familiar voice shouted, hinted with concern. Ollie looked up, to see a worried looking king staring down at him.

"Sir, Im so-" he was cut off.

"No, Oliver, Im sorry, I shouldn't of gotten so angry..." he mumbled, appearing mildly embarrassed.

"No, it's fine" Ollie replied, rubbing the back of his head. "You can, um, call me Ollie if you like?" He suggested, timidly.

"I mean you don't have to its just-" he was cut off again.

"Yes, that sounds nice, you can call me George" the king responded with a smile.

Ollie smiled back as the two made their way back to George's office, making friendly small talk along the way.