Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

King George x spy!Reader

"Do you speak any other languages? Or pull off a British accent?"

"I can speak French."

"Good. You're a French peasant girl, you work for the palace, and send your earnings to your parents."

I stayed silent. My mind was whirling, I needed to memorize this. This lie was my life.

"We have plans for you to be a servant for the King. You will work for him, send us weekly letters on what you hear. Address them to Paris, we already have another person there who will send them to us."

"So you understand, Y/n?" The other man spoke up, "you'll find out more in the ship."

I nodded and stood, grabbing my bag with one hand, and my dress with the other. I could hear the horn, the voyage would be starting soon.

~~~

"Excuse me, my Highness," the man in front of me said, his pose calm and relaxed. I did my best to match it, but I'm sure my nerves still showed clearly.

"What is it now, Edward?" The King stood from his chair. A cape wrapped around his shoulders, falling to the ground around him, a golden cane in his hands. He spoke eloquently, and with grace. Everything about him showed he was a king.

"The ship carting Miss Y/n is here. The French girl." Edward told him. I was surprised to only find his name now. He had shown me around parts of the castle, and told me my job, but nothing about anyone here.

The King looked around Edward before ushering him away. I was too scared to look away from the floor, and I missed where he went. The only sound in the great hall was his footsteps echoing away.

"It took long enough." I looked up, his words seemed harsher than I thought they would be, "it's been far too long since I've had good help around here."

His pose dropped, and he sounded much more normal. It was odd to see a 22 year old in so much power. He never lived a life like mine, so to see such differences was to be expected.

"Its lovely to be of service, my Highness," I bowed softly, my head tilted towards to the floor much more, before looking back up at him.

"George. I hate it when people call me by such formalities." He turned away and sat back down in his chair, or rather thrown. The ones next to him were barren.

I nodded, unsure of what to do next. I was saved by him continuing talking, "do you mind getting a seat, I'd hate to see you get tired. I need to rant, so standing will lead you to not listening."

Smiling a bit, I pulled a chair from one of the tables and sat off to his side. It was a bit awkward at first. I was fit into a different style of dress than I had back in the colonies. It was one of the many small changes I had to become used to.

It was hard to relax when everything about me had turned to become a lie. I had to walk different, speak different, just live different.

Listening to George was my first moment of calm. He poured out information, most of it junk, so I didn't bother focusing too hard.

~~~

"Your tea, George," I sat down a small tray in front of him. He ignored it. "Is everything alright?"

"Did you hear about them throwing the tea in their harbour?"

I nodded, "yes I did. A shame."

"They want war, Y/n. The French are on their side." He looked up to me, anger in his eyes, "How do you feel about your people betraying me?"

I stuttered, my voice shakey, "my loyalties lie with the crown, sir."

"Good. I would be awfully sad to see you go," he reached out and placed a hand on my cheek. It was cold, something I didn't expect.

George was often angry, yelling and ranting about this or that. I assumed his fire temper ran in his blood. But he felt like ice.

I looked down, my cheeks red.

"You do that a lot, Y/n. You seem to never look at me," he laughed and moved his hand away, placing it on his teacup, "share a drink with me?"

~~~

I listened on their meeting. General Howe was somehow angrier than George. Another battle lost, another screaming match.

It was times like this that made me fear. If he knew what I was doing if surely be dead.

I was almost caught a few times. Edward snuck up on me while I was writing once. I had to explain to hours why I didn't write in French. Mistakes like that are what could ruin everything.

But each day that went by was a day I was closer to going home. Home to my old life, my old way of living.

I didn't hate it here, but it was not what I was used to. I mingled with the King of a nation all day, and spend the night sharing the secrets he tells me.

I hated when he told me things. The more I learned and gave away, the less I wanted to. We grew closer throughout my time here. Too close.

~~~

"Come to bed with me?" He reach out a hand. I knew I had to take it, I knew what could happen if I didn't.

Terror rushed through me. I needed to send the next letter tonight. Tell them the battleplans for what was planned to be the last. Some of the most important information I was given, and if I didn't get out of this situation, it would be useless.

I would be lying if I said I didn't want to leave his bed. It was much warmer and softer than mine.

~~~

"You've been lying! All of this!" He screamed in my face, throwing papers in my face.

I sat on the ground, my legs buckled under me, the fabric of my skirt falling around me.

I wanted to tell back, I can explain, but I couldn't. He saw what he saw. The letter telling me I could come home. Home to the former Colonies.

The ruse fell quickly. Everything he knew about me was a lie, and it was easy to tell that by reading a few lines of ink on a paper.

I tired to speak, but my voice cracked and was already falling on deaf ears. His voice raised more and more, spot flying from him mouth, his hands moving around at a rapid rate.

"I love you," I whispered out. I didn't think he heard me until he stopped yelling.

"What did you say?" George fell to my level, his hands cupping my cheeks softly.

I reached out to him, my hands tangled in his hair, "I love you."

I rested my head against his chest, tears staining his while shirt. I felt him place his chin against my head, his hands falling to go around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I didn't know how long we stayed like that, crying into each other's arms.

"Please don't leave me..." his voice was a whimper, nothing like what I've heard before.

I clue onto him more, my head nodding.

~~~

I was on a ship by morning.

I told him I wanted some fresh air in the garden. I left everything behind and boared a ship to France.

The plan nearly crumbled. I was late, I meant to leave three week prior, but it wasn't safe.

Instead of going straight to America, I headed for a man named Thomas, who would take me there with him.

I was told I would be safe, restart a life after I came home. Change everything about me in hopes I would never be found.

Just another lie I would live.