Chapter 28 ~ Sincerely

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12th of July 1779

"I'm literally shaking, Sam. What if I do something stupid." I nervously spoke. Samuel laughed, "Trust me, Washington's not as scary as you think." Samuel explained. I sighed and we continued to walk to the camp. "I hope Ella's ok looking after Frederick and Matilda." Samuel laughed. I smiled, "I'm sure she's fine." Samuel smiled, "Oh look the camp." he said pointing at some lights in front of us.

Soon we entered the camp, soldiers were walking around and loud shouting could be heard. "Is it always this loud even at night?" I asked. Samuel sighed, "Yep." I laughed and we walked on.

"Halt!" soldier stopped us right at Washington's tent. "Names Please." he said in a low voice. "Samuel Seabury and Y/N L/N." Samuel responded. The soldier looked at a piece of paper and than moved gesturing to enter.

The tent we walked into was quite large, in the centre was a desk and Washington, who was sitting behind the desk.

"General Washington!" Samuel saluted. I looked over at him and did the same. I was nervously staring at the General. Washington stood up, "You must be Y/N L/N." he walked forward and put his hand out. I smiled awkwardly and shook his hand. "Please take a seat, I need to show you something Ms L/N." he spoke. I smiled nervously and sat down on a chair facing him.

"I received this letter a few days ago from England and I thought I might share it with you. If it's fine with you Y/N." he smiled softly holding a letter. I nodded slightly and Washington began to read the letter.

"Dear General Washington,

This letter is directed directly to you. This is not a matter of war but more of my family life. As you may know my wife Queen Y/N has escaped from her life here in England and has taken both of my children. This had personally affected me greatly and I miss my wife dearly.

I have great suspicion that she is hiding in your 'country' as she on several occasions stated to me that she would prefer living there.

So, General Washington I politely ask you to return my wife and children as miss them dearly, please consider this outside of our current situation of war and please bring my family home.

Sincerely,

King George the Third."

My heart skipped a beat and the general put down the letter. "I-I can explain." I stuttered. Washington smiled, "No need to, Samuel told me everything." I sighed in relief. "Any how Ms L/N I think we could use you to our advantage." he spoke. "Really?" I questioned.

"Yes, with the King worrying about something else our war might be easier." he smiled. I nodded and the General stood up, "Well it was a pleasure meeting you, I hope I can talk to you soon." he smiled and shook my hand. "Also I thought I might give this to you, it came with the letter but it's addressed to you." he handed me a creased envelope. "Thank you Mr Washington." I smiled. Washington then sat back down and Samuel and I exited the tent.

We stepped out into the night and began ti walk back to Samuel's house, "Told you he wasn't scary." Samuel smirked. I scoffed, "Yeah ok you were right." Samuel smiled. "We better get back, don't want to keep Ella waiting." I nodded an we walked into the darkness. I held the letter Washington gave me and rubbed the paper. "Let's see what George has to say."

~Later at the Seabury household~

"Hello!" Samuel knock at the door and stood back. Footsteps were heard and Ella opened the door, "There you two are." she smiled. We walked in and sat at the table that had our dinner waiting. "Where's Frederick and Matilda?" I asked. Ella smiled, "Oh already put them to bed."

"What? Really, how did you get Frederick to sleep? " I half spit out my food. "What do you mean? As soon as I told him to sleep he went out im a second." Ella answered.  I was shocked at how Ella could do that but I didn't question it. "So Y/N what did Washington say." Ella asked eagerly. I awkwardly gkaved away, "He just read me a letter from George."

"Oh.." Ella mumbled. I went back to my food and stared at it, I stood up and pushed in my chair, "I'm sorry, I can't finish this, I need to go to bed." I started to walk away. Samuel and Ella looked at each other with concern but let me walk away.

I walked up to stairs and entered my room. I sighed and lit a candle on my desk. I sat down and opened the envelope in which the letter was enclosed. I quickly took a deep breath and unfolded the letter.

My dearest, Y/N

I believe I'm a good person and that I am a good husband and father. But when I found you left I started to question myself. I understand that I haven't been the most wonderful husband and that yes I did force you to marry me.

But in those two years of marriage, I'd like you think that even for a second you loved me. I know that you didn't want the married life or children, but the joy that both those things gave me far exceeded anything else. Even seeing our children smile kept me sane and happy. But now without the three of you I find myself in immense pain.

No words could describe the sorrow I felt when I found the letter Samuel sent to you. I collapsed and felt as if someone had stabbed me. I promise I will treat you better if you come back, and even if you don't come back for me, come back for our children.

You once said that you didn't want Frederick ending up like me. But do you think depriving him of his own father will do any good? My own father died when I was twelve and look where I am now.

Please consider this Y/N, I really do love you. I want you to come back, I want to see our children grow and I want to see your face.

So I'm begging you, please come back.

Love,
Your Husband, George

I finished the last sentence and scrunched up the letter. I wasn't going to return back to him ever. I went over to the candle and put the paper near the flame.

I watched as the orange glow consumed the paper and ate at the words. The paper son turned to ash and settled on the desk.

I blew away the ashes of the desk and sat on my bed. A small tear fell down my face.

I wasn't coming back, no one could ever make me.



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