Entranced - A King George III x Reader Fanfiction

･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Chapter 11 - A Mharú A hÉan Aithrise *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

✧･ﾟ: Chapter 11 - To Kill a Mockingbird*:･ﾟ✧

19th of December 1760

I clutched my dress to my chest as I made my way out from behind the dressing screen, trying to hide my body more than the already massive shirt did.

Walking out from the curtain I saw that George was sat at the desk in the reading nook. His crown had been discarded beside him his peruke placed beside him also, his waist coat was draped over the back of his chair as he carefully wrote in a small, leather bound book.

I slowly made my way towards him, my bare feet tapping lightly on the hard wood floor, alerting him to my presence.

George slowly turned around before standing up and taking a step towards me. Peeling my dress from my arms he chuckled, looking me up and down.

"You make me look massive." I smiled, chuckling at him as my arms slowly wrapped around my mid-section.

"Follow me." He smiled, grabbing his cloak from the coat rack that sat next to the door, draping it over my shoulders before taking my hand and leading me out onto the deck of the ship.

King George's POV

We walked out of the bedroom towards the railings on the deck of the British ship my soldiers had arranged for me.

With Y/N's hand in mine I slowly led her across the deck, her bare feet tapping on the wooden panelling. I felt her falter slightly, chuckling as I turned back to look at her small frame draped in my clothing, as her arms held my cloak tightly around her.

The night was brisk, cold even. It was late December, and the sky was clear, littered with stars; no clouds providing insulation above us.

Y/N's blue eyes met mine, glazed with a strange mix of simultaneous fear and wonder. Her eyes fell on the large landmass slowly getting further and further away.

"We left already?" Y/n's voice waivered slightly.

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Sitting at the desk a flickering lamp lay beside me as I slowly wrote in my diary, reviewing the plans Samuel and I had previously drawn up, when the sound of quiet sobs met my ears, as my face paled slightly.

Y/N was very anxious on the boat, once she realised, we had left Ireland and set sail for London the truth hit her. I decided to give her a bit of space and retired to the small reading nook in the room, not wanting to leave her completely alone.

I found myself rising to the sound of her soft sobs and making her way towards the lump that had formed under the bedsheets.

Sitting down on the bed, I placed my arm on the shaking lump as a tear-stained face slowly popped out from below the covers.

Y/N's POV

My eyes were watery with tears, the result of my anxiety getting the best of me, as I looked up at George who had quickly joined me on the bed. I felt the warmth and safety of the covers leave me as George gently pulled the covers down.

I felt his arms snake their way under my arms as I am gently pulled out from the covers towards George.

King George's POV

Slowly, I lift her helpless form towards me, laying her gently on my lap as I wipe the tears from her cheeks, she clutched onto the frills of my dress shirt, bawling into my chest as I slowly rubbed circles on her back.

I picked up the copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" I had placed on the bedside earlier and opened it on my favourite page.

I began slowly, my voice calming as I felt her perk up a little.

"One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough." I felt her relax more again with each word I spoke.

"The streetlights were fuzzy from the fine rain that was falling. As I made my way home, I felt very old, but when I looked at the tip of my nose, I could see fine misty beads, but looking cross-eyed made me dizzy so I quit." I felt Y/N slowly getting heavier on my chest as the cries died down, I continued reading as I gently traced my fingers through her hair.

"... 'an' Atticus when the finally saw him, why he hadn't done any of those things... Atticus, he was real nice...'" She was asleep, I slowly stood, stooping over to pick her frame up off the bed slightly sliding her under the covers as I recited the rest of the story from memory.

"His hands were under my chin, pulling up the cover, tucking it around me. 'Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.'" I gently tucked her hair out of her face as her once tormented, puffy eyes, had now transformed into peaceful, puffy eyes.

"He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning." And that was how it would be for Y/N also.

Being as quiet as possible I stole a blanket and a pillow from the bottom of my bed, as Y/N slept soundly. Carrying the lantern and blanket I slowly made my way to the sofa that opposed the bed. I quickly made up the sofa into a makeshift bed, placing the lantern on the small table that sat next to the sofa's left arm.

I quickly slipped off the suspenders I was wearing, clipped to my satin pants, shortly afterwards my hand moved quickly to my collar and down my shirt undoing the top few buttons. Finally, I removed my shoes and extinguished the lantern, before laying down.

Ifell asleep to Y/N's slight breathing, content that she was safe.