Infatuation (King George III xreader)
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Dernière publication mar., nov. 14, 2023
"I thought I said not to cause any trouble, my dear." George chimes, playing with something in his vest pocket for a moment and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"Your majesty, just because we made it to England doesn't mean I'm giving up." My gaze falls to the floor. "I'm still going to try everything in my power to get back home." I say, looking back up at George with a saddened expression. "I'll never give up, lose hope. Not until you forcibly place that crown upon my head come coronation day."
George chuckles softly. "Oh really?" He says, walking in front of the desk.
"We've been a little disobedient today, haven't we my dear." He chimes and I take a small breath as he slowly walks forward and I step back slightly.
I swallow, "Disobedient?" I question softly as I lightly bump into the bookshelf behind me. "Your majesty I've told you, I don't belong to you..." My voice trails as he steps closer, closing the gap between us as he stares at me. I feel my back press up lightly against the bookshelf and hesitantly go to step to the side, jumping slightly as George quickly places his hands on the bookshelf either side of me, trapping me in place. I bring my hands up slightly, nervously playing with my fingers. "Your majesty..."
"Do I intimidate you my love?"
~~~
Everyone was tense as the days ticked down to the day we would sign a peace treaty with England.
The only thing (y/n); a 19 year old girl who had a fondness for baking and art, was worried about was making sure her bosses bakery was prepared for when the king arrived.
Through her shy and introverted ramblings she tries her best to be nothing but kind to the king in hopes of making a good impression for her boss's sake, but what if she shows a little too much kindness in front of that certain king, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that would change her life forever.
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