Infatuation (King George III xreader)

~39~ Soft, quiet, and calm

*Edited: Proofreading.*
Word count: 2085

*As of publishing this*
So I was going to wait until tomorrow at 3:30 MDT (my time) to post this.
(I'll be posting chapters at that time from now on when I finish them.)
But after some helpful nudging from my best friend sskmskksksksksmsks I decided to post it now.
Maybe think of it as a treat?^°^

Enjoy.

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~~~ October 10, 1777 ~~~
(George's pov)

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I walk down the darkened hall with confident, yet calm steps, my posture tall and perfect while a contempt smile sat etched on my features and I listen to the soft clicking my shoes made on the marble flooring.

Having put, and made sure (y/n) was safely in bed about an hour ago, I had only one thing left to do before I could retire for the night.

I held a thin, tan colored string Marion had let me borrow for my little endeavor in my right hand, loosely clutching it in my palm as my hand hung by my side.
In my other hand was my sweet angel's pocket watch, dangling in the air in front of me as my blue eyed gaze watched it intently.

I take a breath, staring at the golden trinket for a few moments more before I lower my hand and hold it by my chest, the soft, moonlit glow from outside reflecting off of it as I walk past an open curtained window and gently place it back in my vest pocket, calmly walking up to the door of my love's room as Sean and another soldier- Benedict having been busy with another task, both stand from the two seats placed on either side of the dark door.

"Your majesty." They both say softly, bowing to me as I pull a small key out of my pocket, my hand grazing the watch as I smile slightly.

"Gentleman. I'll only be a moment." I say simply and they step aside, nodding as I move to the door and carefully slide the key into the small hole before turning it and unlocking the door.

It opens and I walk quietly into the dark room, carefully shutting the door behind me and making sure not to make too much noise as my gaze falls on (y/n)'s blanket covered frame and the small sliver of moonlight that shone through the closed curtains on the window.

My heartbeat picks up ever so slightly, seemingly dancing in my chest as a caring expression sat on my features.

I was glad, relieved that my angel wasn't in pain anymore, that she let me help and be there for her like I always want her to. But I couldn't help but admit- that for now, I would miss her embrace, holding her close to me while she slept, both of us in the comfort of each other.

It was just another one of the many reasons I couldn't wait for our wedding.

For the chance to get to hold her again.

And another reason I wouldn't allow my sweet rose to get away from my protection, my embrace, or my care.

She was too delicate, fragile for a world like this.

My steps were slow, calm and soft as I walk over to the right side of the bed, where she lay closest to, and a small, barely noticable smile sat on my features as I stop by the head of the bed, gazing down at her sleeping frame with loving eyes.