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Confused, I reply "I'm not royal-" I cut myself off as the weight of the incident dawns on me.
"King George Frederick The Third of Great Britain and Ireland." I sighed as a heavy blush rolled over my cheeks.
I slowly raise my head to m...
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✧･ﾟ: Chapter 3 - A Troubled Royal *:･ﾟ✧
16th of December 1760
"I believe that's everything, your majesty." I curtseyed before him, staring at my feet. He chuckled lightly.
"If you need anything, as I mentioned we live next door." The king looked down at me before grabbing my hand and kissing the top of it.
"Why thank you lady Y/N, what a delight you are. I shall send a message over should I need anything." I blushed furiously. With a curt nod, I quickly turned on my heel exiting the king's temporary quarters, my hands fiddling with the skirt of my dress.
On my quick walk home, I reminded myself of the beautiful manor, surrounded by a wild roaming meadow. His room was bright with a four-poster bed in the centre, a bathroom attached, and a balcony which overlooked a roaming meadow, and to the left the stables.
This thought made me rather uncomfortable; the king would be able to look out his window and judge me. It was not common for a woman to work in places like that, they were outcasts. Something told me that the King of England, would not think much different; they were meant to be 'traditional' right?!
I quickly wandered towards the stables preparing to let a few of the horses blow off some steam for the evening. At this point in the evening riding seemed too much like hard work.
I quickly released the mare and foal into the arena to have a run around. The foal really was stunning, she pranced around on her tiptoes, full of life and energy. I smiled watching her. Little did I know, someone was watching me...
King George's POV
She was a sight to behold. If not for her beauty but for her work. It was certainly not common for women to do jobs such as herself.
I watched her smile at the mare and foal prancing around the arena; the foal fit for royalty. I felt joyous at the sight of her radiant smile.
I pulled out a leather-bound notebook and flipped it open to a new, blank page. I lay it beside me on the desk as I sourced a quill and ink with which to write.
I enjoyed writing very much, it helped me wrap my head around things, cleared my mind when it was clouded. Letter writing was my favourite, I loved documenting everyone I met. I would write a letter to each and everyone of them, though they were never permitted to see it. This letter was for Lady Y/N.
Y/N's POV
"Hello? Is everything okay?" I sleepily asked. I was dressed in my nightgown; roused from my bed by a knock at the front door.
"Lady Y/N, I'm Samuel Seabury, personal assistant to his Majesty King George the Third" he nodded curtly at me, I smiled.
"Its Y/N- nevermind. Is everything okay?" I said, anxiety pricking at the nerves in my back as I shook my head slightly before making eye contact with him.
