Back In Time *King George III X Reader*

Chapter 4: Inevitable Mistake

You nodded, quite understanding his perspective. You turn back to the loyalist with a calm expression. This caught Xalvador off guard as he looked at you with slight widened eyes. "You.. you're not going to disagree with me?" he asked while clutching his chest.

"Every person has a right to their beliefs," you answer, not bothering to look into his eyes. "Though I do wish there were no wars, but like you said, we can't prevent it."

He showed a slow and relaxed smile as he turned his attention to his sister. Hold it. "(Y/n).. where is Corrianne?"

You turned your attention to Xalvador who was frantically scanning the town for any sign of his sister. "We've got to find her," you concurred as he seized your arm and takes you around the city.

"Corrianne? Corrianne!" he called out.

Finally, the two of you saw her in a crowd, surrounding a high platform. "Corri, where have you been?" Xalvador asked with a concerned look on his face as you both walk towards her.

Corrianne turns to the two of you and smiles broadly. She looked excited and extremely gleeful. "Xalvador, (Y/n), there's an autumn ball being held at the palace tonight!" she exclaimed. "We've got to attend!"

The Oliviers were unmistakably rich. They were in good terms with royalty. Although despite their wealthy status, Corrianne tends to ignore etiquette and proper decorum.

"Of course, we've got to attend. Our presence would be anticipated." Xalvador answered in an earnest tone.

"But can we take (Y/n)?!" Corrianne inquired with a good amount of hope.

Xalvador looked at you with a questioning facade. "Yeah, sure, I guess," he said in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Yes! Thanks Xalvador! (Y/n), follow me to the dressmaker!"

Corrianne grabbed your arm forcefully without hesitation and dragged you across the city. She took you to the seamstress who welcomed the two of you warmly.

"Que puis-je vous obtenir?" she asked with a thick French accent. (Translation: What can I get you?)

You noticed Corrianne froze in place. You laughed lightly and turned your attention to the seamstress. She seemed embarrassed of her mother tongue. She must've thought that no one understood. You gave her a reassuring smile.

"Nous aimerions acheter une robe pour la balle d'automne ce soir, manquer" you answered. (Translation: We would like to buy a dress for the autumn ball tonight, miss)

The seamstress' face lit up in surprise and satisfaction. She smiled at you and stood up from her seat. "Je reviendrai" she excused herself as she headed to the back room. (Translation: I'll be back)

You turn to the Olivier who was still processing what happened. "Thanks (Y/n).." she told you with a smile.

"It's nothing, really."

The seamstress soon came back with a handful of dresses. "Je pense que cela vous conviendra bien," she said while handing the dresses to the two of you. (Translation: I think these will suit you well) "Il y aura beaucoup d'orange à la balle puisque c'est un automne, alors je pensais que le bleu irait bien. Il contraste avec l'orange." (Translation: There will be a lot of orange at the ball since it is an autumn one so I thought blue would go well. It contrasts with orange)

"Je vous remercie," you thanked her. (Translation: Thank you)

The two of you head out for the dressing rooms behind the counter and try the dresses on. You picked one, elaborate, blue gown while Corrianne picked a simpler one. She pays the seamstress and you both go home where Xalvador was waiting.