#king georgeiii x reader

[twisted-broth]

United We Fall- King George III x Reader

Reader gender: female Warnings: swearing, theft, illness, violence, depression, medieval theft punishments A/n: this was so much fun to write! I may have gotten carried away a bit Word count: 3335

You made your way through the marketplace, your hood closely covering your face as you searched for something- anything- that could be good to eat. You tore down a wanted poster with your face on it as you walked passed the post that held it. Spotting a pharmacy, you walked in and headed up to the desk. "Flu medicine?" You asked quietly, making sure to keep your head bent. "High demand lately." He said. "That gentleman there just got the last of our stock." You looked to where he was pointing to see a well dressed man walk out of the store. "Thank you." You nodded and left the store, closely trailing the man. He eventually found his way down a back alley where you brought down the butt of your knife to his temple. He instantly crumpled to the ground. You stashed your weapon and got down on your knees next to him. Rooting through his pockets, you recovered the medicine and a fair amount of money. You stored your findings in your jacket and quickly left. You kept your head down as to not attract attention which caused you to bump into a firm chest. Panic set in when you saw the familiar uniform of a royal guard.

"Apologies, sir." You muttered and attempted to maneuver around him. "Not so fast, Miss l/n." He caught your arm before you could get away. "The thief? Oh no, you have the wrong person." You lied. "I don't think I do." He growled, pulling out your hand to reveal several missing fingers. "The king had been dying to see you." You grabbed your knife with your free hand and swung it at his face, leaving a large gash. He dropped your hand and you sprinted away, hoping to get back home to your sister, Arya. Before you could get a hundred feet, you were met with a circle of guards. Horrified, you saw that one of them held a sword to your sister's throat. "You let her go." You growled, your grip tightening on your knife. "She's innocent!" "Yes, but you're not." The guard said. You sighed. "Listen, she's sick. Let me give her this medicine and I'll go with you, no complaint." You held out the vial of medicine. The one with the sword nodded to another who came forward and took the vial from you. "Wait!" You fished out the money you had stolen, "This to? Please?" He grudgingly too the money and handed both to your sister. "Y/n..." she said shakily. "It'll be okay, Arya." You promised as guards grabbed your arms, knocking the knife out of your hand. "You take that stuff, you go home and you ration. You can survive, I know you can. Just until I get back. I will come back for you, I swear." "That's enough, thief." A guard growled as they dragged you away. You could hear Arya's cries as they dragged her back to your small cottage. You fought back tears as you continued walking, upholding your promise. They forced you into the castle and shoved you on your knees in front of the last person you wanted to see: King George III Though, to you, it was "just George". "Y/n, Y/n." He tsked. "We've been looking for you for quite a while now. I'm surprised you didn't flee the country entirely." "No one would take me." You growled. "Right, I almost forgot, I rule most of the world." He smirked. "I'm sure they didn't want to piss you off by taking in your runaway betrothed." You spat the word like it was poison on your tongue. You'd rather have poison than him as a husband any day, though. "No America? I would think you would love it there, with both of you hating me." "I couldn't risk taking Arya on one of those filthy ships of yours." "Arya!" It pained you to hear her name on his lips. "How is she?" "Like you care." You glared. "Well, I don't. But, I kind of have to, seeing as, I love you and you love her." He shrugged. "Funny. I would've thought you were too OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND TO LOVW ANYBODY." You yelled. You refrained from flinching as a guard raised his hand in warning. "That's quite enough, James. You can leave." George ordered. "My liege-" the guard protested. "Out!" He yelled. The guards quickly filed out of the room, leaving just you and George. "Now, now, Y/n," he sounded almost... sad? "You don't mean that." "I'd have to get Stockholm syndrome to fall in love with you." You hissed. "I've left your room the same. And Arya's. Oh, it'll be so great to have you back." He clapped his hands like an excited child. "I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely." Your eyes flicked around the room, focusing on anything but him. "Let's get you out of those rags and I'll have someone go fetch your sister. Guards!" The soldiers made their way back in and stood at attention behind you. "Take her to her room, find her something nice and tell the cook to start preparing dinner. Fetch Arya and do the same with her." The man from earlier- James- grabbed you by the arm and lead you up the stairs to your old room. George had never forced you to sleep in the same room as him which you were thankful for. You were unceremoniously shoved into the room and the door clicked shut behind you. You ran a hand across the f/c silk bed sheets where dust had collected in your absence. You threw open the doors of the large dresser and looked over the large variety of dresses, hoops and corsets. You sighed at the choice of garments, you had never been one for dresses. You closed the doors and flipped down on your bed, choosing to stay in your pants, tunic and cloak. There was a light knock on your door, signaling the only thing you were looking forward to. "Come in." You called. The door opened to reveal your handmaiden and best friend, Sophia. You quickly got up and hugged her tightly. "I would say it's good to have you back but..." she sighed. You laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. It's only slightly better than living on the streets." You showed her your hand which was missing three fingers. "How did that even happen? Wouldn't they have taken you back here if they caught you?" "It was earlier, when they didn't know I had left and I wasn't as good at my job." You sighed, running your opposite thumb over the jagged skin. "You got caught three times in the five hours we didn't know you had left?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "Like I said." You muttered. "Well, we got to get you in one of those monstrosities otherwise, King Asshat'll be pissed." She said, opening your closet. "No..." you groaned, burying yourself in the silk bed sheets. "C'mon." She pulled you up. "If you make my job easier, I'll make sure your guy clothes get washed and not thrown away." She threatened, peeling the clothes off you. She lead you into the bathroom where a bath has already been drawn for you. It was still warm, it must have been drawn while you were talking to the king. You were lowered into it and you relished the warm water on your sore skin. The water quickly turned black as Sophia scrubbed the dirt off of you. "Jesus, girl." She muttered, doing her best to clean you in the steadily dirtier water. When she had done all she could do, she helped you out and dried you off, bringing you back out to your room. You compiled in mute annoyance as she loosely laced your corset and tugged on a wicker hoop and a pair of tights. She tugged a f/c dress over your head and laced it up before sitting you down at the vanity and taking locks of your hair in her hands. "My god..." she sighed, staring at all the knots. You winced in pain as she tugged them out with a comb, not stopping until your hair was a smooth as your sheets. When she was done, she went to work trying to cover all the blemishes on your face and dust your eyelids with color. She finished by adding a bright red lipstick and turned you towards the mirror. "I haven't seen myself look this beautiful in a long time." You sighed. "Just doing my job." She smirked. There was another knock on the door, this one firmer and more urgent. "Come in." You called once again. The door opened to reveal a young looking guard who just looked generally scared of everything. "The king requests your presence at dinner, m'lady." He said shyly. "I'll be down in a minute." You promised. You stopped him as he turned to leave. "Straighten up, boy. You'll get yourself killed if you go walking around like that. I should know." He nodded and left the room. "Guess you'd better get going then." Sophia said, patting your back. You stood and navigated the once familiar halls to the dining hall. You ran to your sister and wrapped her in a hug when you saw her face at the table. She itched at the lace sleeve of her dress. "Do we have to wear dresses?" She whispered, conscious of the judgemental ears surrounding you. You laughed lightly. "I'll work something out." You promised. "My love!" George called out, entering the room with a dramatic flare. You groaned and took your seat next to the head of the table with Arya across from you. George took his seat at the head as they brought in the first course. He talked your ear off throughout the first course, all the way to the entree. He talked about America's revolt and what he had planned. He talked non stop about how excited he was to have you back and how you would rule the world together. A faint smile tugged at your lips at his childlike joy. Halfway through your dinner, Arya began coughing nonstop, her untreated sickness getting to her. "Have none of you fools gotten this girl treated yet?" George bellowed, standing up quickly, knocking over his chair in the process. "Get a doctor in here, now!" Several guards sprinted out of the room as you rushed to your sister's side, trying your best to get air into her. As her coughing fit died down, the king's private doctor rushed into the hall. You moved out of the way as he knelt down beside Arya. "Come along, dear." He coaxed, lifting your sister up bridal style. "Let's get you back to my office." "I'm fine, I'm fine." She protested weakly as he carried her out of the room. "How long has she been like that?" George asked, the concern in his voice shocking you. "About a month." You sighed, if your sister didn't get professional help soon, she would die. Well, maybe living with George has some perks. He also seemed much... kinder. It was a good look on him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully, it's not too late." He said sincerely. "She's tough. She'll be fine." You promised, though you weren't quite sure yourself. "With a sister like you," he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your neck. You flinched, but didn't move away. "She'll be fine." You sighed, leaning into his touch ever so slightly. "I hope so." ___ As the weeks passed, you were horrified to discover that you were falling for the psychopath. You talked with him more than was necessary and began to genuinely enjoy seeing him when he wasn't plotting. Hell, you had even decided to sleep in the same room as him. "What are you doing?" Arya asked as you and Sophia brought your clothes to George's room. "Just moving my stuff to George's room." You shrugged. "Why? Is he forcing you?" She asked, confusion radiating off her. You laughed lightly at her assumption. "No, he's not. I chose to." "Why?" You sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, Arya, I think I might love him." "Are you crazy?" She whisper- yelled. "That's my cue." Sophia muttered as she took the pants and tunics from your arms and continued her path down the hallway. "I thought you hated him? I thought you were going to get us out of here?" She demanded. Her eyes drifted down to the new engagement ring you had been given, seeing as you had sold the other one. This one was just as extravagant as the last: diamonds, sapphires and rubies in a cluster on a silver band with golden flakes. "Arya, don't." You warned, predicting where your sister's mind was going. She lunged out, grabbing for the ring, her young body giving her extra speed. Once she grasped the ring in her palm, she flung it as far as she could. You heard a distant sound of metal hitting the floor. "What the hell?" You yelled, "I saved your life! Ever since mom and dad died, I've been doing nothing but saving your life! And you know what? That is exactly what I'm doing now." "I can't believe you." She growled as she turned on her heel and went back to her room. "I see someone's a little angry." George muttered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder behind you. You sighed. "Yeah. She's pissed that we're not leaving." "Why aren't you?" George asked, seeming surprised. "What?" You asked as you turned to look at him. "Why aren't you leaving? I thought you hated me." He shyly rubbed his arm. A blush formed on your cheeks as you realized what you had said. You didn't want him knowing that you loved him just yet. "Arya. She's still a bit sick and I want her to be safe." It wasn't the whole truth but it would do. "Of course." George muttered, his face dropping a bit. "Well, I came to tell you that I've rescheduled our wedding for next week. I got you a new tailor to make your dress. I believe he'll meet you in our room in a few hours. And I think," he pulled your ring out, "that this is yours." You smiled as he slid the ring back on your finger. "Thanks, George." "Anything for you, my love." He promised. "Now, I hate to leave you, but I must get back to planning. The battle of Yorktown is coming up and I have a feeling that it will be very important." He laid a quick kiss on your lips before leaving. You stood for a moment, shocked by his actions. Despite his flaws, he had never actually forced you to kiss him. You were even more shocked to find that you enjoyed it. Shaking it off, you went to your new room and began hanging your tunics, pants, vests and few dresses up next to George's shirts, pants and robes. Most of them were already hung, showing signs of Sophia being there previously. Once you had finished, you grabbed a book and sat on the bed, waiting for your tailor. About an hour later, there was a knock on your door. "Come in!" You called, setting the book down on the bed. A tall man came in, brandishing a measuring tape. He was well dressed, with a white dress shirt, brown pants and a brown leather tailcoat. "I take it you're my new tailor?" You questioned as you stood and walked over to him. "That I am, miss. Hercules Mulligan, at your service." He bowed. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mulligan." You curtsied. "The pleasure is mine, my queen." You stood still as he began taking your measurements. "Please, Y/n will do just fine." You assured him. He hummed in understanding. "So, you're the bride to be, I take it?" You laughed a bit. "I ought to be. You are measuring me for a wedding dress, yes?" "Right, yes, of course." He nodded. "Is something the matter, Mr. Mulligan? You seem a bit... off." You asked skeptically. "Yes, I'm fine. However," you felt him drop one hand and reach towards his pocket, "I am going to need you to come with me." You elbowed him sharply in the gut before he could pull out his gun. You stepped away from him and faced him, pulling out your knife in the process. "Who is your employer and what is your objective?" You demanded. "You'll find out soon, Miss L/n. I promise you that." Before you could react, he shot you in the leg and you crumpled to the ground, a scream exiting your mouth. "Y/n?" Arya yelled as she ran into the room. "Arya, go! Run, get George!" You gasped. She quickly reviewed the situation and ran before Hercules could hurt her. He sighed. "I dealt with all the guards, but I never thought to knock out your sister. Guess we'll have to make this quick." He brought the butt of his gun down on your temple, knocking you out. ___ As you slowly came to, you recognized the familiar grey, stone bricks of the castle. Relief flooded your conscious; you were still home. You groaned as a dull pain racked through your leg. "Y/n! You're awake!" Arya cried out. "Oh thank god. Maybe she'll be able to talk to him." Sophia sighed. "George? Is he not talking? What happened?" You asked wearily as you sat up. "Okay, so, after I ran and got the king, he and all the other guards that were with him ran to get you and some went to guard the front gate. So, one way or another, they caught him. And he pretty much dropped you and ran. There's a huge bounty on his head but it seems like he made it back to America because, a few weeks later," Arya began explaining. "Wait. A few weeks?" You asked. "Yeah, a few weeks, you've been out for two months."  Sophia told you. "Fuck..." you muttered, imagining how torn up George must be. "So, a few weeks later, the Americans knew every part of our plan and beat us. We had to surrender." She sighed. "I think they were trying to kidnap you for extra leverage." Sophia offered. "Oh god, George. Help me up, I need to go see him." Arya and Sophia each grabbed one of your arms, lifting you off the cot. You carefully distributed your weight onto both legs, the bullet wound not hurting too much after two months. You hurried to his room, leaving the girls, a slight limp in your step as you did. "Good to see you awake, m'lady." James greeted as he pushed open the door of the royal chambers for you. You quietly walked in, taking in the man on the bed in front of you. You hardly recognized him. His wig and robes were off, abandoned on the ground. His curly brown locks were a mess and his white dress shirt was coated in wrinkles. He sat with his back to you, doing nothing but staring at the wall. "George?" You called out. He spun around, his sleep deprived brown eyes meeting yours. He stood up, running to you and wrapping you in the tightest hug you've ever felt. You quickly returned the embrace and felt his tears leak onto your shirt. "I'm so sorry." He sobbed, "I should have been there. I should've protected you." "Shh." You soothed, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here now." "I love you, Y/n." He sighed. "I love you too, George." You never thought for a second that you would be saying those words. But, here you were. And you had never meant it as much as you did then.

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