13th of March 1782
~Y/N's pov~
I felt George pull me into the room. I looked at the large bed in the middle and the ornate surroundings. Everything was the same as I had left it, I looked at the untouched covers, and closed my eyes. The door clicked closed and George walked towards me. I felt his looming figure behind me amd my shoulders were riddled with fear.
"Sit down." George spoke in a low tone. I nodded and walked over to the bed sitting down. I faced George and saw his smirk, with his blue eyes staring at me. He stood there and looked at me, with the same smirk.
I awkwardly stared back and we looked at each other. He let out a small giggle and buried his right hand in his face. I looked at him concerned as beads of water fell down his face. I looked at him confused, my eyes focused on him.
George moved closer and his tear stained face looked at me with hurt. But he still had a small smile on his face. "You leave me Y/N, and then you lie to our children and tell them I'm dead." he raised his voice almost yelling. "I-I'm sorry ok." I glanced at his feet. "Are you really Y/N? Or are you just scared?" George's eyes were fixated in me, and his smile was gone.
"I-I'm not scared if you." I stuttered. George smiled and moved even closer to me, he grabbed my face and looked at me. I shuddered in fear, but soon breathed trying to calm myself down. George laughed slightly and pinned my arms down. I looked up at him awkwardly, and closed my eyes.
"Not scared Y/N, I think you are." He giggled and stared at me. I looked at him with pure confusion as he let go of my arms and slid of me. "I was so delusional thinking you'd actually love me back, but no your scared of me." He smiled and looked at the window. "That's why you left, isn't it." his blue eyes glared back at me. I looked down and sighed, George turned away from the window and stood in front of me.
"I'm sorry I ruined your life, I just-" George breathed in, "I just wanted to have a family and be loved. But now looking back at it all, there was no loving family." he sighed looking up to the ceiling. "Y-You can leave, but promise me something, I want you to tell Frederick and Matilda the truth. If you three can't be with me I atleast want you to know who I am." he looked at me and smiled. I looked at him and looked at George, but not as I usually saw him.
I looked at him not as some King but for who he was. Not the imaginary labels we all give each other, and for who he was. Would he have done all these things to me if he weren't the King? I sighed and looked at George.
I wasn't going to forgive him for what he had done. But I wasn't going to hold that against him. To be completely honest with myself I did want someone to love me. It was crazy but I wanted George, the part of me that I reduced to a "part" was me. All of me.
I moved towards George and hugged him. Our relationship wasn't perfect, and we're weren't either. But what was the point of running away from everything. I had always watched from the outside, I never played a game fully committed. And yet it was George's game that enticed me. I grabbed George's cheek an smiled, his face was full of confusion. "Y-Y/N?" he spoke. My e/c eyes looked into his, "I'm not going to forgive you for what you done-" George's pupils shrank, "but, I'm not going to hold that against you. George this may soon so stupid, but I missed you too." I moved towards George and kissed him.
George's eyes widened with shock as our lips met. But soon he melted into the kiss. We passionately kissed each other and soon pulled away for air. "Y/N, I'm sorry." he apologised and hugged me. I smiled softly and looked into his eyes. "I'm not leaving you George. Frederick and Matilda need you." I grinned and grabbed his shoulder. "I need you." It was sappy to say but maybe it was true. George looked at me with joy and he leaned in closer hugging me tighter.
We both were flawed, amd we weren't heroes. George wasn't the perfect husband and I was definitely not the perfect wife. Be together we could be more, maybe not something great but we could be something.
I looked into George's blue eyes, not with fear but with love. George held my waist and we waltzed around on the small carpet. "I love you, Y/N." George smiled and hugged me.
I smiled and moved with George across the room. For the first time in forever his embrace wasn't something I hated, it was something I cherished. I glanced towards his crystal like eyes and smiled.
I always told myself that I didn't want love, let alone George's. But now I find myself on a lonely springs day dancing with the person I had grown to fear.
Only one thing lingered in my mind as I hugged George. I grinned and stared at him the simple words I had never said to him truthfully. I looked at George and smiled,
"I love you."
~End part three~
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