King George x reader - An Uncommon Game - Hamilton

Chapter 48 ~ Technically A Surprise

16th of January 1782

~Y/N's pov~

The scent of wood filled my lung and I woke up with a sharp pain. I felt warm sheets wrapped around me and I pulled them closer. The room I was in was enclosed, and there was no sign of windows. Curious to where I was I stood up. My bare feet rested on the wood and I shuddered feeling the ground below me rock.

Feeling disorientated I fell onto the bed crashing. I then heard a door open. "Y/N?" a voiced called out. I froze and turned towards the person.

"Ben?" I looked at the familiar face. "You remember me?" he questioned. I nodded and stood up. "What am I doing here?" I interrogated. Ben's blue eyes glared sideways and we awkwardly brushed his hair. "Surprise?" he nervously stated. I looked at him, "Ben why am I here, and where am I?" I glared.

Ben took a deep breath and pushed his jet black hair back. "Well, how do I say this. We kind of, sorta maybe kidnapped you and are taking you back to England." he stuttered and smiled slightly. My eyes widened and my heart dropped. I couldn't believe it. I moved towards Ben, "How far our we?" I questioned. Ben backed up slightly, "Far enough." he spoke. My head felt dizzy, "Where's Frederick and Matilda?" I interrogated

Ben smiled awkwardly, "George told us to keep you away from them-" My fist clenched, "What!? I should be aloud to see them! I'm the person who freaking birthed them." I argued. Ben looked at me awkwardly, "I'm sorry Y/N but we have to follow George's orders."

I fell the the floor and held my head. "I can't believe he found me. I should've been more careful." I banged my fists against the wood.

I was horrified, I didn't know how George would react to seeing me after all these years. My breath was shaking and tears began to fall down my face. I had built a perfect life for my family but now everything was being torn away.

I wasn't going back home , because America was my home. It was were my family and friends lived. England was just the place I was born, the place I promised myself I would never return to. Yet here I was.

"Can't I at least see them once, there my children." I argued. Ben's head dropped and another person walked in. "What's all this commotion." A man with brown hair and green eyes walked in. "Y/N's asking to see her children, but George says we weren't allowed to let her talk to them." Ben explained.

The man looked down at me, "Oliver Andersen, pleasure to meet you your majesty." Oliver smiled. I looked up at him in spite, "Y/N would be fine." Oliver laughed, "Don't understand why you're so upset Y/N, living in luxury sounds great." he smiled. I furrowed my brow and sat back onto the bed. "Sure 'luxury' I can't wait for the rest of my life sitting down and doing nothing." I sarcastically groaned.

Oliver rolled his eyes, "His Majesty misses you. I think you'll be doing alot more than sitting down." he teased.  I glared at Oliver, "How much did he pay you?" Oliver smiled, "I don't know the exact amount but certainly enough to keep me wealthy for the rest of my life." he smirked. "So you ruined my life just so you could be rich. Thank you so much." I ranted.

"Me ruining your life, have a look in the mirror Y/N, I'm pretty sure you ruined George's too." he argued. I looked down at my hands. I felt guilty, but I did what I had to do. "We'll leave you to it you Highness." Oliver smirked and pulled Ben out. The wooden door of the cabin shut and the click of a door lock only told me one thing.

I was stuck.

~A few weeks later~

I stared out at the blue water and watched the ship cut through the liquid. It had been a few weeks and we were nearing England. Oliver and Ben had been kind enough to talk to me but most our conversations ended with them asking about George and I's 'relationship' if you know what I mean.

Of course it wasn't that bad on the ship, if I didn't think about the fact that my life was ruined. It gave me time to reflect and think of strategies to make George divorce me. In fact I had filled an entire journal with ways. From running away again to maybe killing someone. It was weird but I was desperate for George to hate me.

Sometimes I even considered leaving Matilda and Frederick with him and running back to America. Because for all I know he might just want his son and daughter back. I mean did they really need me as their mother? They were fine without George so they should be fine without me.

All these days doing nothing have brought me to consider doing things I never would do. Was George that bad that I would kill myself? Maybe? Whatever it was I had to do I was not spending the rest of my life with George.

I sighed and leaned against the wood of the ship. The waves were so calming, the blue ocean colour shimmered. The blue reminded me of something, I stared closely and felt myself relax.

All the stress I had put on myself faded away. I was going to enjoy the last few weeks of freedom.

Not everything was terrible, and I didn't feel absolutely shit. Because there was that one cursed part of me, the part of me that longed for love.

Despite all the things George had done to me. That one part remains. My mind wondered around, and I remembered the years I was with George.

Only one thing lingered in my mind, George and I soon wouldn't be an ocean away.